Sunday, May 23, 2010

Hard to Handle

I have been running a long time folks. I have run though San Antonio summers, Vancouver's Stanley Park, Back Bay sunrises, marathon training and everything else in between. It has helped me take back a sense of control over my life when, as a college student at UF a serial killer was terrorizing my town. Although I am sure none of my family and friends were that happy with me running at the time. It has helped me clear my head on the verge of my marriage breaking down and helped me find the strength to keep putting one foot in front of another. It has reminded me almost constantly to keep breathing. With my marathon experience, it reminded me to persevere and to remember to lift my head up and enjoy the scenery on occasion. Running and I have been life long friends, albeit with an occasional lapse due to injury or being just plain tired. I remember I stopped running for awhile and began to spin almost exclusively because I just wanted to close my eyes and move to the music and that is a really bad idea when you are running. Most of you know that music fuels a lot of my runs unless I have the luxury of a partner. And I am always amazed at the random song that will come on when I just let the playlist shuffle. Case in point. I was running Back Bay yesterday. Me and my ipod. Having a lovely afternoon. "Jealous Again" came on by the Black Crowes. Kids, that song came out in 1991. I have been running to that album for almost 20 years. And it still has a good beat. The most amazing part to me is how as soon as that guitar starts I can see myself taking off from the sorority house where I lived at the time over to 12th Street. I would head up 12th to W University, over to 13th and back down toward the house. It was only maybe a 2.5 to 3 mile run, but I would grab my Walkman, yep Walkman, and run to the Crowes. Jealous Again, Hard to Handle and She Talks to Angels keeping time to each foot strike. And yesterday when Chris Robinson started with "Cheat the odds that made you brave to try to gamble at times", it was like a hug from an old friend.

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