I want to tell you how much of my soul is saturated with running.
Several years ago, before I began running, I was in a small garage band, wherein we would play frequently - At local café’s, parties, celebrations, and the like. After high school, we ceased to play together, but I maintained all of my percussion equipment, hardware, instruments, and the like.
Having time to sit around, study, and go for walks as I heal, I decided to go up to my attic at home today, assemble the old set, and turn on the iPod to play.
The entire time I was listening to these songs, they had meanings. They weren’t music. They were a tempo run tune, an long run melody, a fartlek piece, or an intervals beat.
I couldn’t focus on the percussion.
I looked out the skylight, and a light breeze blew as the sun set. I wished I was running. Witness Anthony’s deepest ambitions.
Even the drum heads, manufactured by “REMO” reminded me of the nickname of one of my old cross country buddies, “Reno”.
As my life ventures off, I may try new endeavors, experience new habits, or change hair styles. I may change alter my preference in fashion or my taste in coffee. I may have different girlfriends, significant others, and new, closer friends. And I may live in different places
But after all that has passed, running will still live in my soul.
Come on sweet orthotics.
