Just Getting Out There

So I know this is a blog about running, but I need to digress for a minute or two to respond to my last blog that I posted on Friday. I you remember correctly, I was going a little nuts because I hadn't had time to just think or run for that matter. The chance to dialogue with myself, per se. Well over the weekend I was able to, however, it took place on an amazing walk that was supposed to be a run. On Saturday I found myself on the West side trying to figure out a way to get to the East side of NYC. My options were 1) take a bus to get there faster and then go for a run OR 2) walk across Central Park - which is what I did.

It was glorious. A perfect song came on right as I started into the park and it kick started it off just right. As I was walking and thinking, I got to thinking how much more of the park that I noticed because i was going at a leisurely pace rather than focusing on the pain of the run. Little things I noticed, the way a leaf swooped down as it fell of a tree, how much a father and son walking along looked alike, the glances people give each other in the park when they find that stranger just a little bit attractive. It was a treat. It was exactly what I needed.

So that being said, this morning I realized that those things can be equally enjoyed when running. I figured this out on a run, of all placed, when I went running early with my roommate. We decided to go around the reservoir, and as we turned the corner to view the West side the sun was rising and reflecting perfectly off the office buildings just like liquid gold. It was a breathtaking sight.

I guess this post really just amounts to the fact that either running or walking, it's just about getting out there to experience the beauty that is in the small things. Just getting out your front door and letting the world take over.