I am very new to this “running” thing. I can’t say that I’m enamored with it, but I can see the health benefits of doing it, I’m proud of how far I’ve come in this journey, and I know that it’s helped me become more health conscious and physically healthier over the past few years. I have to MAKE myself go out and run. I don’t ever think, “Wow, I really want to go for a run”. I haven’t had the experience of the runner’s high, nor do I feel at peace while I’m out there. I usually think about how much further I have to go until I’m done! Geez, listening to myself complain about it, it’s a wonder I’ve stuck with this exercise program.
This past weekend, I participated in The Luckython 5K race at a beautiful local golf course while my friend had previously committed to the Shamrock Run 15K. With the enticement of a shiny medal as the prize, I wrangled a few other friends and my sister into signing up so I would have company. Unlike normal races that are scheduled in the morning hours where you can be in and out by noon, this race was at 4 pm. Luckily for us, the Oregon weather was cooperative even though the local weather guy changed his mind about 400 times. I was running on my own, while my sister and friends were in the walking crowd.
I have not been successful with getting all of my electronic gear working at the same time during a race. I’m a bit electronically challenged, just having moved into the world of smart phones recently. One race I’ll get my Nike running app all set to go and then somehow not get the “beginning workout” notification launched. Or another time, the Nike app is all on board and something goes south with my ability to turn on Pandora. I’m usually a mess trudging along either not knowing how far I have to go before I can start repeating my “only three more songs” manta or listening to the huffing and puffing of my over-active lungs instead of being in the zone with some catchy tunes filling my ears.
Saturday appeared to be my lunar lucky day and everything was working when I crossed the start line. Off we went on a relatively flat, paved course along the south side of the golf course.
Here is my real problem, though. My eyes are glued to the ground and rarely do I see any of the wonderful surroundings on the race course! What the hell?? I see other people flying by me when they don’t look like they should be flying by me, some even pushing a FREAKING jogging stroller! I see cracks, puddles, boogers, an occasional pile of dog poop, rocks, and some very imaginative running attire, but rarely do I notice any of Nature’s surroundings.
How could I have missed something like this? What else have I missed? What do runners see or experience on races? What recommendations do you have for me to pull my eyes up and drink in the beauty and experience of the run? Non-wandering eyes need to know!
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