I have never really seen Forrest Gump. I watched it once, 15-or-so years ago, but without paying attention. I thought it was stupid and boring, with a silly running man.
I have understood that I probably ought to watch it again. It was on tv the other day. I missed it, but saw enough to think to myself that yes, I definitely need to watch it again. I saw the part where Forrest was interviewed.
- Why are you doing this? asked the reporter.
- I just felt like running.
I most certainly couldn’t relate to that feeling 15 (or so) years ago, but now I found myself nodding.
I just felt like running. I know that feeling.
I am more surprised than anyone, but I really do feel like running a lot of the time now.
I wish I had known sooner how good it would make me feel when I learned to do it right. When I ran as a teenager, there was never any joy in it. Now, more and more often, I find myself longing for the adrenaline rush, craving the exhilarating endorphines. I struggle through the first kilometer, knowing how awesome the third and fourth will feel. Runner’s high, it’s called. It is wonderful, and I have been missing out all these years.
I ran 7 km two days ago, 5 today. That marathon on my life list is far, far away.
Maybe I should set a goal to tick that off of my list before turning 35?
Maybe I should just run, and let it come to me. I don’t have to plan everything.
For now, when I feel like running, I will run.
Why complicate things?
I never saw it coming,
I should have started running
a long long time ago