Lazy by Mike Kratzer
Mike Kratzer runs. See for yourself.
RUNNING THOUGHT is Mike’s writings in response to someone giving him only one word of inspiration.
‘Lazy’ supplied by Josh Rosenthal
Trail running is the antidote to lazy.
Not the kind of lazy where you skip chores or sleep in. I’m talking about the lazy that creeps into your soul — the psychic rust that eats away at your edges while you pretend your life is “balanced.”
Screw balance.
You don’t drag your ass up a mountain at dawn because you’re chasing symmetry. You do it because the couch tried to kill you slowly and you saw it happening.
There’s a voice — it whispers when you’re tying your shoes, when it’s raining, when your knees click like bad poetry — that says: “You don’t have to run today.” That voice is lazy. It wants you soft, slow, and forgettable.
Every footfall on the trail is a middle finger to that voice. Every climb is a refusal to let gravity and comfort win.
You run because there’s something holy about exhaustion.
Something honest in the sweat and the snot and the mud in your teeth.
Lazy can’t survive here.
It suffocates in elevation.
