My mantra was, "Work it out." I focused my eye on my shadow, and used my shadow to adjust my form. Not sure what made me think of doing that, but it is something I used to do on my runs on Lake Shore Drive in Chicago.
On the last lap, I was verbally saying my mantra. Not sure if anyone heard me, but I wanted it spoken again and again. I needed to get the aftermath of the robbery out of my head. It has been rattling around inside me, and I wanted it gone. Running was my way to push it out. I did not succeed 100%, but I felt freer than I had in days.
If you have never had your home broken into, I can tell you it is a deep invasion of your life. Mark is angry at what was taken. I am angry at the violation of my life. I have never done anything to hurt anyone like that, and I was so hurt that someone would hurt me life that. I have not felt that vulnerable, scared or nervous since I was raped 26 years ago. Of course that was far worse a crime, but the feeling of violation and pain is similar.
I didn't run back then, but I do now, and I felt somewhat liberated of this pain during my run.
Charlie
1 comment:
Love your blog. I am a new runner and recently started reading a few blogs for motivation/inspiration/tips. Yours is just that! So sorry about your robbery, but glad you having running as a tool to work through things...I am learning that as well.
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