Carefree highway, let me slip away on you
Carefree highway, you seen better days
The morning after blues, from my head down to my shoes
Carefree highway, let me slip away, slip away on you
-- Gordon Lightfoot
I do not consider myself a carefree person. I have been The Worrier all my life. There is a deep line between my eyes glaring back at me from the mirror like a battle scar of anxiety. I've planned, I've budgeted, I've obsessed, I've fretted, I've lost sleep, I've overthought, I've worried...over everything.
And running? Well, I worry about that too. Is this the right pace? What if I get injured? Am I running too much? Too little? Is this training plan working? Is my nutrition in order? Should I do more cross training? Will it matter if I run one more mile? Do I need new shoes? Should I weight train? I need more sleep!
Ah, but there are moments. Creating a curtain of spray across a beautiful shimmering body of water. I'm carefree. Seeing the sky's reflection in the lake as I cut across. I'm carefree. Having cool air pump into my lungs on an early morning run. I'm carefree. Running almost effortlessly with a seemingly weightless body. I'm carefree. Relaxing on the beach in the late afternoon after watching my family play all day. I'm carefree. Swinging on my back porch and enjoying the chaos in my backyard. I'm carefree.
I guess that's what it's all about...the moments. Carefree highway, let me slip away, slip away on you.
Are you a worrier or are you carefree?
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