Wednesdays have always been my rest days. I don’t know why I chose Wednesdays to be My Day. I mean, Tuesday or Thursday would work just as well, but Wednesdays always seemed to be at the top of the Mental Hill that we each climb during the week to get to the weekend.
I know I’ve said in the past just how much I look forward to having a day where I get to decide what I get to do, if I do anything at all. Usually, I try and get out to photograph life around town, or go out to the lake and the trails and take pictures there.
I definitely do a long run in the morning, leaving the rest of the day stretched out before me. I can relax more and de-clutter my head from planning menus and the week’s schedule.
Sometimes it takes me a while to slip into a more relaxed run. It never fails, but that first half mile leading out of our neighborhood is always rather full of chaos, my mind trying to shush itself, while my legs are churning away thinking that they’ve got to come back home and get started on errands or housework or baking or what have you.
By the time I reach the trail that we like to take Langley to, my body and mind are both in sync, and peace runs along beside me. The cape of busyness slowly begins to disintegrate, the bits melting away with every foot strike I make. I never notice the change, the relaxation take over, I just know that I can breathe better all of a sudden.
This morning I did notice the change. I was running along my favorite country road that I always save for last. It grants me a long vista towards the south and the comforting mountains marching their way down towards Ft. Smith. Today, they looked even more comforting with the soft November morning light wrapped around them like a cozy blanket. That was when I noticed my mind was empty.
Empty of plans, empty of Christmas gift ideas, empty of schedules, lists, sites to photograph.
It was such a physical thing that I almost stopped to look behind me, maybe looking for all those lists and ideas and plans, as though they fell out of my ear and landed in the ditch beside me.
Maybe I should start paying closer attention on my runs.
It’s a good thing to be running on empty.