The Why | 02.12.19

I’m sporadically asked why I run. A strong, cardiovascular system is a regular reply. So is exploring nature on foot. But I wonder if my longing for the run is rooted in the desire for clarity.

Yes — clarity. The aspiration to see the fuzzy become lucid. “When people will not weed their own minds, they are apt to be overrun by nettles,” says the English writer Horace Walpole. Running is my mental pruner. If I exit the front door with a bumbling brain, sixty minutes of running dispels the fog.

I think “fog” is unequivocally a synonym for worry though. I don’t like to worry. “Do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious about itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble,” says Jesus. I long to internalize this truth and release all anxiety, but living free of worry seems like a futile exercise.

Can I do this?

I hope so.

Running equals time with the liberator, the emancipator, the rescuer. “Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God,” says Isaiah. One of God’s names appears twice in this verse. I am. God is with me. “Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you,” adds the prophet.

This is why I run.

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