I have been running all summer but strangely running has not led to inspiration and writing. I think I know why he said about to state the obvious.
Running used to be a place where I could let my mind wander, think crazy new thoughts, arrange music, hatch insane schemes or go over my house to do list.
Now running is just pure get me outta here Help Me, Rhonda time.
Frankly, let’s see a show of hands from anyone who has had a decent night’s sleep anytime since last March that wasn’t chemically or alcohol induced and even then upon waking you wanted pull the covers that you had thrashed off the bed back over your head in hopes that maybe, just maybe you were dreaming but you weren’t and you are still in that same old place along with the rest of us.
Running used to be a pleasant escape and now it’s purely a temporary place to hide.