Baggage

I'm looking forward to my run at lunch already. I think about running alot, then again i tend to think about everything alot! Except for when i'm running.One of the most enjoyable aspects of exercise is the way you switch off from a big part of yourself. You know the voice that worries over money, work, your kids, your hair, the twat on the bus who barged in, the weather, the leaking garage roof, the state of the economy, the environment and all the rest of the splinters of half thoughts that flash into your mind; all these go, dissolve and retreat behind the sound of your feet and your breating. You shed things, leave thoughts behind you in a trail, disgarded baggage.
At the weekend i ran to one of the many long sloping hills near my house. I didn't have long, just wanted to put the previous week behind me. I ran that hill 12 times, trying to keep my strides up long not short pitter-patters. With each step I count to 8 and keep the breathing in tune.
I got home, had a shower and then started cooking a huge lunch for 12 friends and their kids who were coming over. Felt brilliant and enjoyed the afternoon massively, loving eating and hanging out with friends, and not a single selfish thought it in my head!