The loneliness of the long distance runner

The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner (1962)

Recently, I began to explore a new route into the nearby industrial area. The place buzzes like a beehive during the day but by night, it transforms into a ghost town.

I like long solo midnight jogs. The silence and loneliness of the streets is a refreshing experience and a change vastly different from the day. It gives me some time for myself. Time to relax and reflect. Almost the perfect therapy. Loneliness is not a terrible feeling at all. It is defined as a form of sadness in conventional English but my interpretation of it is merely a moment of being true to yourself, a state of vulnerability no less but an understanding and acceptance of your true nature of being. You have nothing to hide, nothing to pretend about, no secrets to tell and no one to harm. Just for that one moment.