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There are hundreds of songs in my phone, but lately there are ones that have provoked an itch that needs scratched. It’s those songs I commonly listened to when I first began my venture into running a few years ago. There’s just something about these particular melodies and beats that bring a special joy to my heart, along with a desire to run. It’s not necessarily lyrics, nor a particular beat. It’s the feelings and memories they evoke that make me happy.
It’s magical. I can’t explain it to one who’s never had the infamous runner’s high or that need to go run the day’s frustrations off, but the closest thing I can come to describing it is like that of an addict. Whether it is adrenaline, endorphins, or maybe my imagination – there’s definitely something triggered in my noggin when certain songs run through my shuffle play.
I find myself craving the pavement scrolling under my feet. I want to feel the sweat running down my back as I lap another block. I need the memories of that snarky comment from my coworker and the misplaced anger from my teenager to be burned away alongside the calories as I approach that next mile mark. All the while enjoying my favorite beats. There’s nothing quite like it.
I’ve not ran since the dizzy spells began almost a year ago, that subsequently resulted in a heart stent two months ago. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed my running until recently. I miss it dearly, especially when these songs randomly play now.
I go back to the cardiologist today. Part of my visit will be inquiring about my clearance for the go ahead to run once more. I’m so looking forward to the satisfaction that is only experienced after pushing myself past the zone of comfort.
Fingers crossed that I’ll soon again have that pavement under my feet, wind on face, sweat drenching my clothes, whilst The Distance blares in my headphones.
I’ve quite a bit of new mental baggage that I’ve accumulated over the last year. I need to unpack that junk – via a good run. I’m sure it will be more therapeutic than any professional counseling I’ve received.