Sometimes I run alone, left to the rhythm of my feet and the ideas echoing in my head, the sounds of the city around me, the sight of grass and trees and sky and sea, every step an invitation to be present to myself.
Sometimes I run with a partner, miles of verbal processing, inspiration, and insights, someone to check my pace and push me when I don’t want to go any further, a co-conspirator, an accomplice, a friend.
Sometimes I run with thousands of strangers, corralled into a starting gate, buzzing with energy and anticipation, jolted into action as the race begins, slowly at first as we navigate our way through a narrow starting line, but quickly picking up speed as we spread out at our various paces, carried along by a momentum bigger than any one of us.
Sometimes I run.
- What can running teach you about what it means to be human?
- Do you prefer to run alone or with others? Why?