I’m not an artist per se. I see myself as naturally talented in the kitchen and sometimes when I sing just the right song with just the right amount of white noise to drown out imperfections, but I have trouble coloring in the lines and my free drawing has not improved since 4th grade.
Then I realized that running is art.
I wasn’t thinking about running or art when I thought of this. (Sometimes I think when you get older, things just pop into your head – vivid moments from the past, things you forgot to do last week, things you are now aware of that you would never think up 20 years ago.) Here are the ways I thought of running as art:
• Almost every moment I’m running, I’m thinking about how to tweak and improve or jazz it up. Sometimes I check my form with every footfall.
• Sometimes how I get out the door is an art form. (Like today when had to tuck my daughter in dad’s bed to go back to sleep after she heard me wake at 5:30am as I put my son in a baking soda bath because the little rash on his bum was bothering him.)
• My perspective of running changes over time.
• I don’t see its perfection in the “doing” part anymore. Ie – racing or training for racing. (Don’t get me wrong, I love it just as intensely and I can’t wait to race again.) Instead of the doing, I’m enjoy the being and how it makes me feel day to day.
• I’m learning to let go of old techniques and embrace the new.
• Like other artsy parts of me, it adds to my life and the lives of those around me in a creative way. As I find new people to run with, I am gifted with new perspectives and am able to gift to them mine.
• The young “artist runner” in me is focused on goals.
• The mature “artist runner” in me is focused on the journey.
• And, of course, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Running isn’t pretty every day, but there is something beautiful in each run.
I’d love to hear your thoughts. Thanks for listening and sharing.