I'm still not sure why, but the other day, for a good 3 miles, I was running with the Beatles.
Ok, not the actual Beatles. But you knew that. Running with the actual Beatles would be pretty hard to pull off.*
But still, from the first steps of the run, I was giving myself a bit of a pep talk, out loud, quietly, in the voices of the skinny ties, black boots, mop-topped, 1965 Beatles.
Ok, again, not actually all of the Beatles. I've never been able to do George. I like to think he was running with us though, being characteristically quiet.
Why the Beatles? No clue. What's with the pep talk? Beats me. That's never happened before. And it just kept going. We talked about pace, which side of the street would offer the most shade, and how strange it was that I was talking like the Beatles.
The run was unspectacular. But, it was fun. And fun has been missing from my running for a few months.
Running in general has been missing for a few months. And I think one of the reasons it's been missing is because it hadn't been much fun.
Maybe that's why the lads ran along with me... to entertain me a bit, to keep it light, and to remind me to have fun. And maybe to gave me something to write about, which I needed as much as a fun run.
Yeah, let's go with that, and not signs of schizophrenia. Or a brain tumor.
*Though not completely out of the realm of possibility... if I had a time machine. To wit, check out this article about the lads running a relay race against members of the their crew while filming Help! (found looking for pictures of running Beatles).