Urban Run

I love San Francisco. The city, the parks, the museums, the ocean, the bay, and urban runs. There is something strange about running in the city, all the people walking, then you pass, get passed, or spot another runner. That’s when it stops feeling strange. I like to run by the bay. Ocean on one side and city on the other. Seeing the water puts me into the running trance, the void, the place where “right here, right now” is all you are. Yesterday’s mistakes and tomorrows worries leave you and you are free to just be.

I never had this feeling when I ran in Nebraska. Running there was as taxing on my mind as it was my body, more so really. My mind running as fast as my body, how to budget my limited income, what do I need to pack, what will I have for dinner, will I get to see him tonight, what is due for class.

I made a comment to my mum about how friendly the people in San Francisco are. She said she didn’t think I liked friendly people. When I’m shopping in a store they ask if I need help, that is friendly, and they always say thank you when you leave or check out. People say please, too. This is not common in Nebraska. But when I run in Nebraska people always want to say “Hi” or wave.

When I run I have my headphones, sunglasses, and hat on; I look like I’m on a mission. I’m running, I’m in my zone and I don’t look ready to socialize. When I run it becomes my job whether it is for 30 minutes or two hours; I’m working. My run is solitary and doesn’t involve interaction, people skills, and IS NOT a customer service orientated.

In San Francisco there are people, people everywhere. I can run without being bothered, I can stay in my zone, start my job and finish, I can meditate without being interrupted, I can biff it and no one bothers me. I love it here in my city by the bay.