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Friday, May 19, 2006

Running Scared

Normally, the time I spend running is time that I cherish for reflection, solitude and catharsis. But ever since the weather turned nicer and I got off the treadmill and on the streets my knee hasn't been the most cooperative, so I've had to scale back and do shorter and less frequent runs. On todays' run my perceptions, experiences, and reactions all seemed "fear" based. A few of those:
  • I keep wondering if this is the run where the knee blows out completely. So far, I've been lucky and that hasn't happened.
  • A new "For Sale" sign appeared on a ranch house a few streets over. In my neighborhood, that's pretty much like putting a sign up saying "Endangered Species". 90% of the time these places are knocked down and you get a million dollar McMansion. That's never good.
  • There are things that you come across that might intrude into the zenlike zone I get into on my run. A loose dog is one example; since once I was chased by a large German Shepherd on a run in a rural area in PA. (I've since learned that you don't run past a dog).
  • Another zone-buster are people who feel the need to talk to me as I run. I'm there to run, not to make small talk. Unless you are an attractive woman, then feel free to chat, anytime.
  • I have an unreasonable fear of lawnmowers. I always think that the rotating blades of the mower will find a large rock in the grass and wing it at a high velocity directly at my head.
  • So when you combine the last two (small talk + lawnmower guy) you can be sure I'm going to be uncomfortable, at best. But, when "lawnmower man" yells over at me "hey, lose a few pounds for me", I get very self-conscious. Is he saying that I need to lose a few pounds myself, then lose some for him? Perhaps, I'm over thinking this.
    • || JM, 12:16 AM

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