It's been a while that I have been looking for something. And today I think I finally found it. I had been running quite sometime for health; physical and mental. It really was doing the trick until I passed the 9 mile mark.
Running is the road to awe; I loved mile 9 more than anything I have enjoyed in a long time. I am hoping to enjoy the same next weekend. I have an 11 mile run that I am plotting along the same course and time. I will be routing this one a bit around the old neighborhood, culminating at my grandmother's house.
I think distance running is the detachment I have been looking for. Work dictates breaks; life should dictate the same breaks. To keep the mind healthy and the body as well.
Now if only I could just improve my first 5km; it takes me a good 5k to rid myself of my life and find my zone. Or rather it takes a good 5k to leave my worries behind and embrace freedom. I am looking forward to next Sunday. And the one after, and the one after that and all of the following, increasing mileage.