Perspectives of a Canadian in the Old/Deep/New/Geographic South: This is where I ramble on about nothing in particular and post a few nice pictures.
Single origin pour over coffee (Papua New Guinea)
For some, running is their contemplative time. For some, it’s time to slap on some headphones to tune out the world. For others, it’s just another tortuous chore to get through.
For me, running has always been a time where my brain turns off. The only things I think about are breathing, keeping my feet moving, and making sure I don’t get splatted by traffic. I usually pick my routes to minimize the chances of the latter happening. One less thing to think about.
There’s no mulling over the day, no thinking about my latest problems or woes, no worrying about this or that.
Even the voices in my head are quiet during my runs.
Since I started running again, I’ve realized how much I missed that mental quiet.
It’s not an escape. It’s just…quiet, meditative.
Maybe that’s why Forrest Gump took off and ran, and ran, and ran.
I wish I could do that.
Feeling pretty comfortable running a sub-28 minute 5k pace now (about 5:30 minutes/km). Pretty sure I’ll be able to manage a race pace around 5:15 by the time the i5k comes around.
Morning runs aren’t so dark anymore, which is nice. The air is also filled with birds chirping and the almost deafening drone of frogs by the ponds.
Of course all that will change once DST hits this weekend. Then it’s back to the dark for another three weeks.
Yeah, thanks for that.
One of my friends started a new job in part because she needed a sense of “done” in her life.
It got me thinking, maybe I need the same. A sense of being done with something, a sense of accomplishing something. Maybe that’s one of the reasons I’ve been so meh and blah lately.
I’ve started a lot of things, but they either don’t get completed for various reasons, or they’re handed off to someone else to be completed. Mostly it’s because I finish it enough to satisfy myself and/or my curiosity, and then I lose interest. It’s kind of “done”, but not really.
For the majority of things I do, like the equipment testing, nothing is ever really done. They’re only done in the sense that I’ve reached the end and now I get to start over again.
Stuck in cycles of done-ness.
There’s an old part of me that says we’ve done and accomplished enough. We don’t need anymore to prove anything.
Maybe it’s enough to be able to take something, work on it and then put it away when it’s finished.
Being the introvert that I am, my circle of friends is pretty small. I usually don’t meet too many people that I find compelling enough to come out of my shell to interact with willingly. I also don’t go out much, so actually getting to see my friends is usually a treat. So when the opportunity comes up to visit with one of them, like when she’s starting a new job, well heck I’m there.
Made the trek up to Summerville (which for me, is a bit of a drive) to see her in action on the first day of the new job. Always good to see friends, even if it is just in spurts. But hey, there was decent food, a good Guinness and other people to hang out with. A pretty good time.