Day 3,609 —Falling is Fun—

I started my run out today feeling refreshed, heading into Webster. I wanted to find my way to Plant Street and run down the hill there. It is amazing to think about the distance you can go in a five-mile run. I have been playing it safe recently, running within a few miles of my home, but I don’t really need to. There are so many paths I could take; I don’t need ever take the same way twice, really.

But going different ways every day is mentally exhausting, which is why some days I just run on a track, or the half-mile circle around my house.

Today, I was thinking about how running is infinite, futile, and fun: it is infinite because there is always something you can do that you haven’t done before (that could be a time, a distance, a race, etcetera); futile because you aren’t going anywhere you could not get to in some other manner (a car, a train, a bus). And fun because when you think about it, running is just controlled falling, and falling is fun.