I haven’t been running lately, but I planned to go after work today. I packed my bag: socks, top, hoodie, pants, expensive-but-so-worth-it Newton running shoes and iPhone holder. I got to work and crap! I forgot my phone at home. I can’t run without the RunKeeper Pro ap reporting my progress over “California Gurls” and “Born to Run” on the iPod … can I? I also forgot to bring food. I definitely couldn’t run if I didn’t eat lunch, so I drove home on my lunch break to retrieve my phone and PB&J.
As I was changing after work, I noticed my headphones were missing. Sigh, OK no Katy Perry on my run, but RunKeeper Pro will still track my progress. I get in the car to drive to the lake and decide take a new route. I miss the turn and end up on the wrong side of Aurora. I consider where to turn back when it starts raining.
OK, universe. I can take a hint. No running today.
But when I got home, no rain. I was dressed in my running clothes. I ran inside, dumped off my work stuff, grabbed my headphones and hit the pavement for 2.48 miles (thank you, RunKeeper Pro!). It felt great to run the streets of my own neighborhood.
It made me think, were these really signs or was I just making excuses? I tend to believe things happen for a reason, but maybe that’s just something I tell myself to feel better when I don’t get the job or miss an application deadline. I also believe we get what we put out there. Maybe I didn’t get the job because of my half-hearted cover letter. Maybe I was reading too much into forgetting things this afternoon because I didn’t feel like going. Maybe the universe and doesn’t care where I run or when.
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.