Full disclosure: As I write this, I am bouncing and fidgeting in my seat with anticipation and excitement at seeing my sister in an hour. Just one hour!!! I can't take it. It's her first kid-free, husband-free getaway since the kiddos were born, and we are going to eat all the food.
Since my attention will be 100% swept away this week as a result, I'm writing today.
This morning marked another first in my return to running - or as I'm referring to it for now, (w)running, because my intervals for any given run contain a higher ratio of walking than running as I ease back in. My left heel, for the record, feels great - about 98% recovered after these frustrating last six months of recovery. My right big toe, which I just stubbed stupidly on New Year's Eve, is still talking to me a little it. It's always something...
Today was my first run post-injury that I did with zero headphones. No music, no podcasts, no nothing (except my running app telling me when to walk). Nothing in my ears but the sound of my breath, my steps, and my neighborhood. It's an absolutely invaluable form of meditation that I didn't even realize how much I missed.
I've been desperately missing the endorphins from running these last six months. I've missed being outside, I've missed that active alone time, I've missed romance runs with Marc, the chance to do training runs with Laura, missed running into friends in the park, missed the unmatched feeling of having accomplished something great before most people (non parent-people, anyway) are awake on a Sunday morning.
The silence - the head space, if you will - was something I forgot about. It's one of those things that you know is good for you, you know you genuinely enjoy, yet you sort of sabotage yourself on. We've become conditioned to always be looking for the next source of information input, and so I feel I have to have a podcast or a playlist or I won't enjoy myself. I keep forgetting - my own company is pretty awesome, and it's so important to give my brain time and space to wander off. Plus, nothing is motivating like a really detailed daydream about running the NYC marathon.
If you're not a runner, take a walk - or do a solo yoga practice that you make up as you go along with no music and no guidance. Find some kind of activity with which you'd normally have some background noise and turn off the noise. It's one of the easiest and most satisfying shortcuts to presence.