I think you guys know me well enough by now to know that I don’t like Hallmark holidays like Valentine’s Day, Mother’s Day, or any of those rules that like to boss us around and tell us what to do and when to do it. I’ll love when I want to love and I’ll buy flowers when I want to buy flowers (I never buy flowers). I mean, there are a few things I don’t mind conforming to like, say, the use of toilet paper or throwing on the e-break when parked on a hill. But since joining social media, I’ve noticed an increase in the number of “special days.” Days like “National Donut Day” or “Global Running Day” and I’m not yet sure how I feel about it. I quite like donuts, and you know how I feel about running.
Apparently, Global Running Day was on Wednesday of this week and although I’ve been marathoning for nearly 20 years, this year was the first I had heard of it.
But running, to me, is like…is like… sacred, or something. As if I tried to contain its enormity within a 24 hour period, there would be backlash of some sort, no doubt, like how a prodigal son might show up in the nick of time for dinner, ask to borrow ten grand and his dad’s sports car, and then take off for another year, once again leaving the rest of the family in shambles. So when Global Running Day arrived on my doorstep, I didn’t take a selfie and I didn’t write about how much I love running and why, and I didn’t natter on about how great my run was or lament that my paces aren’t as they once were and how I’m itching to get back to the harder workouts. No. I ran, yeah, for sure, because I do every day. And I run every day because I can, and that right there is a gift that I’ll never take lightly. My sacred gift that I dare take for granted because the second I do, I’ll be missing ten grand and a sports car.
Just like Valentine’s Day, Mother’s Day, and National Donut Day, Global Running Day should be a day that you choose, not a day that chooses you. You can choose to love, to buy flowers, to eat hot sugary lard dough (OMG YUM), to run, and to post selfies about any and all of those things and as long as it’s from your heart, it counts.
Go ahead, psychoanalyze why I have authority issues, blah blah blah. Something to do with my birth order, bad attitude, or some sort of narcissistic personality disorder, I’m sure. I’ll listen, but just have a bag of Sweet Chili Heat Doritos nearby.
Did you celebrate Global Running Day? What about National Donut Day? What’s your favourite special day? Are there any that you think I’d like? Like maybe Global Poo Day? Now THAT would be awesome. Can you imagine the selfies?!?!