Tying my sneakers angrily, I almost broke the laces as I thought about how I never seemed to have enough time to get anything done.
As anyone who has ever trained for a marathon knows, it is a real time eater.
Stressed and frustrated I just wanted the whole world to go screw itself. Grrr (*&$& Grrrrr.
Little did he know he was about to pick up the demon running partner from hell. Bad day at work, family issues, laundry piling up, when was the last time I vacuumed??? Grrrr *&(#*&(#*& Grrrrr.
What I wouldn't do for a little down time, but I couldn't blow off the run. It was only week 2 of marathon training, way too early to be screwing up our training. I usually try to hold off until at least week 9 before I do that.
Grrr #*&(*&@ Grrrrrr. Did I mention I was on my period? Grrr*#&(*#&&#.
"All set?" my running partner asked when we got to our trail. He set his shiny new Garmin 405, pretending not to notice my mood.
I stared coldly at him and wondered if it would be wrong of me to bite off his nose.
But then a funny thing happened during the first mile. As the sweating began, my thoughts began to shift to the task at hand.
How was my form? Was I running relaxed?
"Stop slapping your feet," he told me, and he was right. I corrected myself.
Running has a way of doing that to you.
Of all the benefits of running, I think "purging of the demons" is the most important one. I'm going to go out on a limb here - and I have no research to back me up - but I think that if everybody in the world became runners, there would be no war.
Who wants to fight after a good run?
Turn the Gaza Strip into a race course. Have Mahmoud Ahmadinejad strap on some sneakers and see what he's really made of.
Iraq? Check out those broad plains and reedy marshes, what a challenge.
There's nothing like a good run to purge the demons.
And of course the cold beer and warm bubble bath afterwards is pretty good too.