I don't know how I have lived in Philadelphia for this long and not been aware of Kelly Drive. However, my ignorance ended today. I found all the other runners in Philadelphia, and it felt like the missing piece to my soul had been found.
Okay, maybe not literally, but I did benefit from it. I felt like there was a sense of community there, and despite the fact that I was running solo, I felt like I belonged. And I can honestly say that I haven't felt that sense of unity anywhere other than Temple's campus. Which got me thinking: why do I feel so isolated, anyway? I mean, there's the obvious technicality of my apartment, but I only run in the city. It's odd, how few people I see running there, no matter the time of day. And I know there are more runners than that (though now I know that they all hide on Kelly Drive). And then I realized that it's kind of like my eating disorder, that even though I know that there a millions of other people suffering from one, you really feel alone until you actually come in contact with someone else. Apparently, that's how running works, as well?
Anyway, moral of the story is that you learn a lot about yourself when you go for a 9-mile run. (Yes, that was intentionally bragging on my part.)
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