I just went for my run. And wanted to talk about it with some of my new social connections here on the threadiverse. I used to run a lot. Like a lot a lot. 100 miles a week sometimes. I was a long distance specialist trying to qualify for Olympic marathon trials. Injuries and old age have ended that chapter of my life and I often find myself needing to remind myself to be proud of my ~10mi/w workload because that’s more than a lot of people my age in my profession do.
Today I just ran around my neighborhood. There’s a nice park nearby but I don’t get to go to it very often because the street I have to run down to get there can be pretty scary. I think access to green spaces is something that often goes neglected in community planning in my country
I always feel more one with nature than an observer of nature on runs. It’s more meditative and less… Mentally noisy I guess
I felt much the same when I ran more often than I do now. There’s something buried in our brains from when we were long distance exhaustion hunters that wakes up once you’re reaching a flow state during a run - smells are more vivid, our eyes take in all the small lives moving around us, and our connection to the earth feels more solid with each step.