The silence running in the country was deafening.
I could not find my head phones. I usually run with ear buds listening to Pandora and the Omar Shariff sound-alike who calculates the distance of my run on my Cardio Trainer app.
I like running to Britney Spears songs like Piece of Me or Pat Benatar’s Hit Me with Your Best Shot. I think, “Yay, world, hit me. Try getting a piece of this.”
I know, I know. I am delirious after just five minutes of running, wondering, Is it time to take that well-deserved water break or walk yet? The music keeps me going.
So running without Britney, Pat or Omar, I felt a twinge of loneliness. The steadiest sound was the scraping labor of my own breath. Then the silence came alive.
There was a cawing of a crow, an old Buick rounding a corner, the wind swishing the hay in the field, and in the mix, my breath.
My breath was just a speck on the country road. Running helps you figure out where you fit in, a small piece in a big picture.
For this epiphany I rewarded myself by slowing down and walking.
One thought on “Running Without a Soundtrack”
I run with out music all the time. Longer runs are a bit tougher but the sometime it is easier to focus in with out the music.