To this I say: what IS it about solitary walks, near quietly babbling brooks that make everything seem a little clearer? After a while, I even stopped noticing that I was walking I was so lost in thinking. Is this why Thoreau went to Walden Pond? And how many of these hikes to I have to complete before I am inspired enough to write my life’s legacy (probably not enough hikes in this book for that).
This is what I miss about training. I remember in New York, I would run FOR HOURS (not an understatement. Literally, hours.) trying to figure my life out. At that point, it wasn’t even about running anymore. It became a slave to trying to find the meditative state where I could think about things and sort things out without the distraction of, ya know, life.
Which I think is why getting outside especially when the weather is crummy is so important. To see things that I normally just research and to allow my head to stop worrying about “marketing” and “social media strategies” and “pitching clients” and MAKING A FREAKING VISION BOARD WHEN I DON’T HAVE ANY GLUE STICKS (sorry, it’s been a particularly challenging week on the crafting front).
So, yes to more hikes, no to more screen time, and if I ever forget who I am, I’ll just read this over and over.