Growing up, I found solace playing the piano. I could lose myself at the keys the way that I do now on a run. Yes, I still play the piano, and I still find solace there sometimes. I haven't replaced my old friend, baby grand, with a treadmill or open road. But I have found it increasingly challenging to get away from the grind of everyday life to play the piano. It seems like whenever I sit down to play, I strike a chord, and immediately, someone needs me for something. My phone rings or I get a text that needs attention; Dad or Marie want me to do it NOW, not later; someone's favorite TV show is playing loudly in the background, drowning out my peace. When I go for a run, there is nothing else for me to do but that; right there, right then. Dad and Marie sure as hell aren't going to come running after me. There are no calls or texts urgent enough that I can't handle them 60 minutes from now. For an hour or so, I've reclaimed my peace in the world. I can unplug and reflect on what's good and what needs some work.
Everyone needs an escape now and then. Everyone needs a daily dose of introspection. Without it, we melt down.