I missed running.
It’s one of those things that you don’t realise that you missed until you just go and participate again. The wind in your hair, the steady beat of your footfalls against the pavement, the feeling of flying- I must admit that I’m slightly addicted.
It doesn’t really matter what speed I’m going at either. I can feel free at the pace of a snail or at full capacity. It just allows me to be joyful.
I’ve never really thought about movement being an activity that gives me joy before. It’s just been a necessity. You have to walk to school, you have to run in PE, you have to get from one room to another. But when it’s free (even if you’re going someplace specific) and you have time to yourself, that’s when it’s fun. You can dawdle as you like, you can speed walk without people telling you off, you can take in everything that is around you and clear the cobwebs from your previous thoughts. There’s a simple joy in it that makes it difficult to ignore.
Think about pushing past your previous record in running, think about finally mastering that cartwheel, think about having the strength to haul yourself onto a wall. Think of climbing the highest tree that you can find, think about trying to mastering skidding without falling (all good practice for your ‘slipping on a banana’ performance), think about being able to finally score in netball. Think about reaching for the sky on a trampoline, think about zip lining from the highest point that you can think of, think about your lungs burning and your legs aching and your chest hurting and you pushing through that because you can do it and yes you can and. You’ve done it.
There is a simple joy in movement.
That’s why it would be impossible to narrow joy down into 1000 things- there is too much in each category, not too little. If you put ‘family’, ‘friends’, ‘animals’, sure, you might seem to run out. But there is so much more, the simple joy of having a dog lick your face, the simple joy of a horse pulling up a zipper. There is so much joy in the world around us that we do not notice, so much joy that I could be here all day talking about the joy that I experience. That you experience.
So much joy that I don’t think even a million notebooks would be enough.