I’m still running early in the morning. It’s nice to be out when it’s dark, with little or no traffic. Gradually, according to the body’s suggestions and requests, I’m opening my stride and increasing my pace, adding to the distance I cover and the time I spend out. My heart and lungs respond willingly and gratefully to the pleasant demand, as do my feet, my legs, and the rest of me. I breathe in and out only through my nose. I’m mindful that there’s tension nowhere, from head to toe. This brings a forever quality to the activity, making it what I might call a “running meditation.” By this I mean that despite the foregoing description, there is, for most of the time I’m out, no separation between my body and me. Phrasing it as such is just an easy, practical way of relating the experience. Now, I’m well aware that there’s nothing unusual about what I’m doing. The process is new to me, that’s all. And since it is what I’m doing, and because I can tell how beneficial it is to my health and well being, I think it’s worthwhile to make a little record of it here.
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