Running

Running, the soul and other nonsense

When I was young I aspired to be a people person. In my eyes extroverts were well liked and all round better people. The older I get and the more self reflection I do, the more I realise that I don’t thrive on a constant supply of human interaction. Often I need to become a hermit and spend time on my own and it’s perfectly fine to do so. This is one of the many reasons that I love Eloise, my wife, so much. She is my balance because she needs the human interaction and she forces me out of solitude. I like to think that I have a similarly balancing effect on her by forcing her to have some alone time.

Running has always been something that I have tinkered with, an odd 10km race here and there. It was only in April that I started to concentrate on running further and training properly – with a semi-thought out plan. What I found in this time startled me. Running gave me this incredible outlet to spend some time throughout the week to replay thoughts and give me the alone time that I thrive. It was also highly therapeutic for a mangled mind like mine (not as sinister as it sounds, I promise).

When things got tough, as they did in 2018, running with a purpose gave me the time to “run” through things that were on my mind. I couldn’t avoid them on cold morning when all I could hear was my over-pronating feet against the road and my deep breathing up hills.

The point of my blog on this site is not to offer advice, I am not the right person for that. The point is to explain how running one of the most popular races in the world for a cause means to me. Running to me is so complicated and benefits me on so many levels. If you are one of the people affected by depression or anxiety, the type of person that could benefit from the work of the SADAG, lace up your tekkies and hit the road every now and again. It could never solve your problems, but it wouldn’t hurt (apart from the sore legs).

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