Perspective
I ran 9 miles yesterday, well knowing it would be my last attempt at the longer miles before the marathon. I could barely get around the lake the first 3 miles and I seemed to be moving in a slow out of sync motion during my three circulations around the lake. I felt better running the 20 miles from two weeks ago then the 9 I just ran. I welcome the diminishing miles in the week ahead until race day, to rest and recover from not only the many miles run, but also the enduring commitment of the past 6 months. I am not always "flying" when I run- and yesterday was one of those days (I would liken it to crawling). My beginnings come from a 3 mile a week runner to 40 miles a week- and I felt the 40 miles run last week while I was out yesterday, and I think my body was was telling me to slow down and rest. Or maybe I just need to get an Ipod and boogie while I run.
I drove into San Francisco yesterday and was at a stop light when I overheard someone say "that's funny, I remember that too" and looked to see her talking to herself as opposed to talking with somebody. I gathered that the void they might be in is missing the interpersonal connections that most of us from day to day and this is her way of connection. Here I am sitting at my laptop today and am doing (or trying to do) the same thing as her but connecting via the web. I was thinking it was not much different. I write for many reasons and find myself purged when I do and as I move ahead I try to connect the dots that bring me to where I am. I write today because I make the time to do so and have recently been flooded with opportunities of pauses giving me the space for reflection on employment, success, commitment, doing your best, living your truth and finally, breathing.
When I run, my breath is the fire of my engine that I listen to as I am moving in motion. I can only imagine that a horse hearing it's own accelerated breath finds it's connection to the ground as it moves powerfully forward. Often my breathing is meditative and trance-like, and of course there are times it is difficult and labored. When I am running uphill it sounds like a steam engine working hard and when going back down it slowly quiets and cools and until it finds it's natural beat in my body. I listen to the breath of others to see if and how their breath is working as they move and run alongside me. My heart likes to be pushed and wants to kept alive.
Beating like a hammer, beating like a hammer (I love that song).
No running today, just rest and a yoga cool down tonight with deep slow breathing. Spring has arrived.
I drove into San Francisco yesterday and was at a stop light when I overheard someone say "that's funny, I remember that too" and looked to see her talking to herself as opposed to talking with somebody. I gathered that the void they might be in is missing the interpersonal connections that most of us from day to day and this is her way of connection. Here I am sitting at my laptop today and am doing (or trying to do) the same thing as her but connecting via the web. I was thinking it was not much different. I write for many reasons and find myself purged when I do and as I move ahead I try to connect the dots that bring me to where I am. I write today because I make the time to do so and have recently been flooded with opportunities of pauses giving me the space for reflection on employment, success, commitment, doing your best, living your truth and finally, breathing.
When I run, my breath is the fire of my engine that I listen to as I am moving in motion. I can only imagine that a horse hearing it's own accelerated breath finds it's connection to the ground as it moves powerfully forward. Often my breathing is meditative and trance-like, and of course there are times it is difficult and labored. When I am running uphill it sounds like a steam engine working hard and when going back down it slowly quiets and cools and until it finds it's natural beat in my body. I listen to the breath of others to see if and how their breath is working as they move and run alongside me. My heart likes to be pushed and wants to kept alive.
Beating like a hammer, beating like a hammer (I love that song).
No running today, just rest and a yoga cool down tonight with deep slow breathing. Spring has arrived.
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