The sun disappeared and gave way to the rain. Damn it, I thought. It had finally just begun to stay pleasant out. My head once more became lethargic; I combated this by waking up early and working out on the treadmill, as I usually do.
It didn’t help one day, though. The morning was so dull and gray; I stood in workout clothes looking outside when an idea came to me.
I put on black Under Armour and a light sweatshirt, then stepped out into the cold. I live in the Pacific Northwest countryside, though not far from Portland, it is cozily nestled in the gorge.
I plugged in my headphones and set it to my Silent Hill playlist. For any who have played these games, seen the surprisingly well done movie, or heard mention of it; the music is a psychological sound feast. Highly charged, then moodily lit.
My idea for this 4 mile loop I was about to do worked out nicely; as I ran through the misty morning in the rain, my mind (as it always does) began fabricating a story. I was running not through Corbett, but Silent Hill. The music caused a tension in my stride, motivating me to keep moving. I ran from unseen horrors just out of sight in the fog, slowing down only when the music permitted me to with the light ambiance of a break.
This may seem nerdy. It is, really. But I dare you to try the same thing; you’ll be surprised at how much fun it can be.