Enjoy life...and every 'airplane' moment

I am really starting to enjoy my morning runs...so much so that I miss it when I do not wake up to run! I did a very pequliar thing this morning. Around my campus they are doing some minor--MAJOR-- road renovations. There is this tiny section, a little handicap ramp that has some pretty tight turns on it. I usually run on the downhill direction of this ramp. Tell me why, with construction workers all around--there was three-- I decided to 'pretend' that I was a race car going down the hill and taking tight turns. I literally had the BIGGEST GRIN on my face! I am a rather composed person so as soon as I gathered myself, I ran like Ryan Hall to make up for my moment of Indie 500 indescretion. It was slightly embarrassing yet I do not think that these men were observing me run but if they did, I am sure the large grin on my face and the hectic turning gave me away. I sort of had the urge to put out my hands and pretend that I was an airplane...but I figured thats a bit much. Granted, I will do this again tomorrow and if no one is around...I am putting my hands out.

Harnessed

Sometimes I feel trapped. Harnessed by my desires and deprived by my inability to have those desires met. Life is what you make of it yet it is guided and surpressed by multiple restrictions in life. Since I am a poor deprived college student (sob story) I figure my best chances at succeeding are to proceed without fear. No holds barred wanderlust. Coupled with motivation, these imaginary sometimes literal bars around me will have to support themeselves for the hurricane of drive I have.

I love running in the earliest bits of morning. Nothing is more exhilerating. This is the moment when I feel totally free. Like a lark ascending to the rim of the sphere. Here the sun's first light is drawn crisp in the orange red vault of the sky. That moment where you alone are ushered into heaven. Possibly it is the exhaustion from running that makes me want to wax philosophical. Either way, that early morning air clears the fog from my mind. Running makes me feel invincible. Then I reach my limit. I generally peak around the second mile. My body will not give me what I want which is to run tirelessly away. Every step feels like a great distance between myself and all that I am bound too. It is freedom found by the Reebok version of Harriet Tubman. Even though my pace will ultimatley wane, I am still propelled to run because in those 2 miles I have found an escape.

I propose this to myself: I will not focus on the setbacks in my life. I will just pick up my feet and continue forward. When I find myself facing a fork in the road, I will use wisdom and make a decision. There are no small choices in life so I must decide carefully (prayerfully). Once a decision has been made I will head in that direction and I will strive to never doubt myself. Doubt will lead to fear and fear will lead to compromise. Failure is fine, not desired, but I can survive failure. Rather, compromise must be avoided. Failure is a possibility even when you try your hardest. To compromise means that you have given up on yourself. And I will never give up on myself. Therefore compromise is not in my vocabulary. Failure may happen but it will happen gritting its snarled teeth.