Thoughts and a parallel to Forrest Gump

Random thoughts and a parallel to Forrest Gump
Current mood: tired


So today it was a nice day out and thought I would get out, take advantage, and go for a run. I drove to my parents house (I like to run the old neighborhood) and off I went. I normally run a 1.6 mile route (I drove it once out of boredom), and when I got to the spot where I would normally circle back around, I decided to take an extra 1/3 mile or so and run on up to my old elementary school, Woodside. I got there and walked around the school and I started thinking about what life was like when I went there. Playing T-ball with my little league team, soccer on the weekends, playing in the woodchips during recess, throwing them and getting a time-out. Basically how much simpler and unconfusing life was some 20 years earlier. After a while, I started running back, deciding to go the long way home for who knows what reason. Running has become much easier for me lately, a product of starting to get into much, much better shape, and my mind going on about things that have nothing to do with how far I've gone, how heavy my legs feel, and how hot I'm getting. My 1.6 mile run became a 3 mile run.

When I got back to my parents house, I got some water and sat in the backyard for a bit. It was still nice and hot out and nothing sucks more than sitting still with your mind stirring, so I figured I'd just go for a walk, tan up some more and soak in the surroundings. I got about a block or so and started running again. I didn't know why. I didn't know for how long. I just didn't know. Physically, its what my body made me do. It wasn't any kind of thought really, something just made me go. Subconciously I could have been running from, or towards something, which one, I'm not quite sure of. Maybe I was trying to run outside of myself, trying to just get away for a while. Hopefully soon I'll know exactly what the deal is, untill then, I guess I'll just keep running