Running thoughts

I had a thought the other day when I was running.  Then, I had a bunch of thoughts.  Sometimes I have really calm and calming thoughts and other times my mind is a mess.  Then other times, I'm a mess and I have calming thoughts, or vice versa.  The point is that I'm a mess.  At least my brain is.  I think the cold weather is a factor.  I want it to be warm, but it isn't.  I always warm up when I run and I can run in most anything.  I have run in most anything.  Does this make me tough.  Yes, it does, but that is a story for another day.  The point of this, or at least a point of this, is that as much as my body warms up, I cannot control the sun, the temperature or the elements.  When I say I am tough, I mean for short periods of time.  Like however long the run is.  I have often said that if I were to be lost in the wilderness and it was cold, I would just lay down and sleep til I die.  I don't really want to be trapped out there, and go through all the hassle and discomfort of frost bite, starving, cutting my limbs off, trying to trap a squirrel with a twig and a piece of gum, attempting to build a fire, etc and then ultimately freezing to death anyway.  I would just want to go to sleep.  You can say I have no survival instinct.  Well, I think I do.  My survival instinct tells me not to go out in the woods in the middle of nowhere in the cold.  Or the heat.  I have no business being out there.  What am I?  Hunting grizzly?  A prospector?  Trying to find Pa and/or Yeller in the middle of nowhere?  No.  I have plenty of adventure within a 20 mile radius of my house.  Sometimes a big day for me is trying not to spill hot Dunkin Donuts coffee on my crotch.  I do not have a cup holder or any other fancy device in my truck.  It is a basic, 1995 Ford F-150.  Zero extras.  Trying to hold a donut and a hot coffee while shifting gears and driving is plenty of activity for me.  My radio has a delayed turn on for some reason.  Sometimes, I push the on button and I forget I did.  The music comes on in about 10 to 15 seconds and it scares the hell out of me.  Pretty much every time.  This gives me the adrenaline rush that someone else may get from swimming with sharks.  The radio turning on and spilling hot coffee on my crotch is my equivalent of sailing the Kon Tiki around the world with a man-o-war wrapped around my head.   I guess I just watch these survival shows and I wonder why anyone got themselves in the situation in the first place.  If someone asks me to sail around the world, I'm going to ask them how many times they have done it before.  If they tell me that they have thus far taken a Sunfish out beyond the breakers one or two times...well, I ain't going.  Even someone with experience I am going to suggest we go around the world hugging the shore.  How many people can say they sailed around the world while only being 20 feet from the beach at any time?  None, and there lies my point.  That would be impressive.  Anyone can get lost out in the deep blue ocean.  Not many can circumnavigate the globe and still be within swimming distance of a Taco Bell at all times.  If I were first mate, I would say things like, "hey, Magellan, keep it tight to the shore!  You're drifting seaward!"  I think I would be a good first mate for that and other good reasons.  I feel the same way about skydiving.  I will only do it from maybe one story up.  That way, if the parachute doesn't open up, no one really cares.  To sum this all up, I like to run in the snow, but I really would like some sun.