Many of my loyal readers know that I experienced a running injury back in June 2014 that sidelined me for quite a while. I then had to get back into running, slowly, and building up my miles took time. I solved part of the problem by switching to the treadmill: I’d read a book while the miles passed, and eventually, I was able to run eight miles on my long-run day.
But last summer, I took the easy way out and decided that the treadmill would be the place I ran so that I didn’t have to deal with the humidity. My body—legs, and lungs, and heart—all thanked me, but I became a lazy runner: I plodded along on a flat course and never pushed myself physically. I also realized that my time to think no longer existed. You see, for years, when I popped the running shoes on and bolted out the door, my mind would keep pace with my feet. I’d solve problems, write poems, compose conversations, and come up with ideas. And because I was running on the treadmill and reading a book, I wasn’t allowing my thoughts that time to percolate.
I’m certain that my writing and my mood suffered; I’m hopeful that I didn’t become so sluggish that my cardiovascular system has deteriorated.
So, as of June 12, I’ve been running outside again. My muscles are having a bit of a time adjusting, but my brain is already thanking me. Over the last two weeks, I’ve had more short story ideas bubble to the surface than I’ve had in months, and I find myself ruminating on so many things now, I’m back to living inside my head.
I thought I’d share just a few of the thoughts that have come to mind while on my most recent runs. Some of them will go no further, while others will inspire short stories, blog posts, or more. Their fate is yet to be determined, and I’m okay with that scenario.
- It’s amazing how much I miss bananas when I do not have any in my kitchen.
- Proofreading a full manuscript is a special kind of heaven and hell, all mixed into one.
- Say what you mean and mean what you say and when you say something, be very specific and don’t be afraid to give details. Trying to read between the lines is often far more difficult and can lead to miscommunication issues.
- I often wonder how and why friends drift away from one another. I’m sure that simple theme fills the covers of many books, but I’m not sure I’m the proper writer to take that subject on.
- As I sat in church yesterday, I realized that The Sins of the Father will one day become a written work in my hands. I don’t have any of the particulars yet, and I won’t be revealing even the most minute detail about any premise or theme, but the seed has been planted. I just need to remind myself of two words: epigenetics and suffocation. (You’re interested now, aren’t you?)
- I have an acquaintance who—for very good reasons—is no longer using social media. While I understand that friend’s need to pull away, I miss reading about her life. I think this means I need to grab the trusty pen and paper, get writing the old fashioned way, and send her a letter. (If you’re reading this today, I mean it—I miss you.)
And because I didn’t have any good words of wisdom for this chipper Monday morning, I’m going to add a little quote by one of my favorite people, Rumi: “Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.”
Happy Monday. Happy Writing. Happy Life.