Every November the subject comes up. Like clockwork. Next year heâ€™s gonna do it again. And I should really consider it too. The New York City Marathon.
The subject of running touches a sore spot in me. I tried it once twenty years ago and it was a disaster. So I developed a great speech for those who suggest it to me (and there have been many over the years). Since he wonâ€™t leave the subject alone, the boyfriend gets treated to this annual speech.
â€œRunning is not for women!â€ it goes. â€œAnyone can see that. Look at them, huffing and puffing away. All that bouncing. Just watching I feel the pain. Early on in life my dad explained that breasts are basically there for the visual pleasure of the male species. Maybe to occasionally feed babies, as an exception to that rule. Besides, youâ€™re always telling me to be more feminine. Working up a sweat is a manly thing. How about the strain on the knees? That canâ€™t be right. I need my knees. I cycle. I swim. I do a yoga sun salute every morning. Do you want me to injure myself and rule all that out for the rest of my life!”
â€Case closed I guessâ€, the boyfriend sighs. â€œBoy, youâ€™re something. I need a run.â€
This December I started to feel like I was not really getting air. Like my heart had decided to take a nap. Riding my bike I still felt like a couch potato and when I was swimming I moved like a mermaid caught in seaweed. I felt only half alive. At the most. My oversoul was packing its bags and refusing to reveal its holiday destination. â€œDo something!!â€, the part of my brain that wanted to wire my physique so it could reconnect again, shouted out.
The fact that our ancestors got a little lazy about using their brains set us back. Shaman workshops inspired me to research this, and I can actually provide some scientific back-up for that limited brain use too. So when my brain hinted that it wanted to push itself to the next level – beyond this rustiness – I felt blessed! I owe it to that electric spark to support my brain any way I can. So I started running. And itâ€™s blowing my mind.