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#277: Modern Life Has Outlawed the Primal Scream & That’s a Shame
August 14, 2020 — Today, it started raining halfway through my run. The trail was empty, I was soaking wet, and I let out a primal scream that opened up the rest of my day for boundless creativity.
Halfway through my run this morning, it started to pour. The sky unzipped itself and turned the dusty earth into a winding river of mud — which was fine by me.
I love running in the rain.
As I zoomed through the dripping leaves, my footsteps fell away and I became a disembodied force.
Like nature was soaking into me. Or I was soaking out into nature. Or maybe both.
Either way, I could feel the boundaries of modern life turn soggy, and this desire to scream welled up inside me. I felt a bit silly, like Paul Rudd trying to yell under the Venice Boardwalk. But then…
YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAARRRRRRREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHAARRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGG!!!!!
