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Why I run and a washing machine virus

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I know that running makes me happy, but I have only recently learned why that is.

It all started when I was folding laundry the other day.  Most of you know that we don’t have cable or satellite TV and that for the most part we are anti-boob tube.

But the long hours of summer finally caught up with me the other day, and so I turned on the darn tube and watched a documentary on Netflix called “Happy” while I folded the eighteenth pair of compression shorts and matched the hundredth pair of running socks.

About ten minutes in to the movie I had one of my epiphanies (I do not refer to them as Aha! moments per Oprah Winfrey because that is far too cliché) about why it is that I continue to torture myself out on the pavement even though most of the time I would describe the activity of running as painful.

In the movie, Claremont Graduate University psychology professor Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi who originally proposed the idea, explains the concept of Flow, which I think describes my experience when I run a marathon.

Flow is basically "the mental state of  operation in which a person performing an activity is fully immersed in a feeling of energized focus, full involvement, and enjoyment in the process of the activity.” (source)

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Sound familiar?  It explains my daily run, especially my tempo runs and track workouts, which seem to bring me a lot more happiness than the junk miles.  That is because they require much more focus, which completely takes me out of my own troubles for a while and allows me the freedom to just be.

Finally, I am a bit closer to understanding just why someone might race 26.2 miles.  For fun.

And why something that makes me miserable actually makes us smile.

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Speaking of misery, my washing machine is very ill and is ready for the boys to go back to school.

I have never seen my machine throw up, but here is the evidence that today it finally did.

I am sure that if it could talk it would say, “I am not washing one more ice-cream-stained t-shirt or one more dirty pair of socks!  I hate summer!  I just want it to over.”

I would have to agree. 

I will be sad to see the boys go on Monday morning, but I will be happy to have a refrigerator without peanut butter finger prints and bathrooms without inside-out wet bathing suits hanging from every single hook.

Between now and then it looks like I’ll be running a race, getting into the Flow and then nursing my sad washing machine back to health.

“There there,” I will say. “Things will be back to normal soon…I promise.”

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