When people first find out that I’m a runner, they ask the usual questions such as:
How many miles do you run per day? Well, anywhere from 4-20-ish, depending on the day…
How many marathons have you run? Eight. (and counting…)
How long have you been running? Since I was 12….sooo….15 years now! (That’s crazy…)
Do you actually like to run? Why yes, yes I do.
Once people find out that I run for hours at a time (yay long runs!), they sometimes ask what music I listen to…and when I tell them I don’t listen to music (…ever. At least while running), they ask what I think about.
Well, let’s just open a can of worms (I actually hate that saying, it makes me queasy just thinking about it), why don’t we? Strangely enough, my mind can be a bit of a black hole during long runs, and five miles will fly by without me knowing it. While those are the best runs, I actually do a lot of my thinking while on the run. Lam actually did a post just like this earlier this year.
Sometimes I have conversations in my head while I run…about anything, with anyone. Other times, I wonder…
…if a 3:10 marathon was too lofty of a goal for this year.
…if I’ll ever run sub-3.
…if I’ll ever think I look like a runner. Or if other people think I look like one.
…why people ever run on a treadmill when they can run outside.
…if I should have gone to medical school and become a doctor.
…if I’ll ever feel confident as a nurse. Or if I’ll ever think I’m a good nurse.
…if I should abandon ship on the medical/nursing field entirely.
…what I want to be when I grow up.
…if we’ll ever fix our health care system.
…if smoking will ever become illegal.
…if anyone actually meets other people while running.
…why people dress their dogs up in little clothes.
…if people would complain less if they spent a day observing life in the ICU.
…if people think I complain too much.
…what it would be like to work a Monday-Friday, 8am-5pm (6pm? 7pm?) job.
…how I managed to play the trombone for twelve years yet never actually like it or be any good at it.
…what it would be like to not wear drawstring pants to work.
…if I’ll ever have to give chest compressions.
…how nice it would be to have a job that does not involve poop.
…what it’d be like to be rich.
…what I would do with all that money if I was rich.
…what the point of all this really is.
…if I’m actually missing out on something by not being all that into the bar scene.
…where I’ll be in five years. In ten years.
…if I’ll be married before I’m
…how I ever ended up at Maryland or in NYC (where I knew no one before moving).
…if I’ll have friends in NYC who mean as much to me as the Katies/Sara.
…why I’m so nervous and quiet when I meet new people.
…if I’ll ever find someone who I think is better than him.
…what it would be like to wake up in the morning and be able to see clearly.
…what I look like to others when I run, dance, walk, sit on the subway.
…if I’m actually a good person.
…how I can be a better person, daughter, sister, friend, nurse.
…if I’ll ever catch a ball at a baseball game.
…if I’ll ever not cry when I leave my parents.
…if I’ll be as good a parent to my children as mine are to me.
…at what age I’ll stop sleeping with my teddy bear.
…what people really think about Gatsby.
…if mile 23 ever doesn’t hurt.
…if I’ll see the Cubs win a World Series.
…what is going on inside all those buildings.
…if I’ll ever stop running.
And that’s only the first few miles.
What do you wonder about when you run?