Making sure I have plenty of sleep before a Monday run appears to be a great strategy (and maybe the pizza 'hit'...?) since today, for the first time in a very long time, I felt like I could've run on and on...
The minute I walked out the door, the sky opened up to a downpour...scanning the early horizon, it looked like a passing shower, so I stretched a while and enjoyed the new downloads on the shuffle...not long it all dissipated and off I headed for my now usual Griffin loop. Nice and easy, warming up....heading into Emerald Hills and the lazy, puddled streets. I did a full stretch to the first pit stop at Maria G park. Headed up to the connector between Stirling and Griffin, another great stretch!! Hit by another downpour, I pocketed the shuffle and ran with the thoughts in my head. When the gait is sound and the rhythm of my footsteps fall in an easy pace, I can feel a sense of internal 'massage' all the way up through my legs, hips, waist...there is nothing else which achieves this acupressure-type response. Added to this the mental 'entrainment', or the syncing of brain hemispheres, (right, left, right, left) and you see the basis of such positive benefits from the run.
When everything seems to conspire to get in the way of this experience, the frustration grows. I've been stuck in an under-performing jag fueled by the tick-up of stress, challenges, and intensity all the way around. My body broke down to build back up, and today is my first hint of the 'come back'. When, however, Nature puts me in Her sweet spot, when the elements come together to deliver me the right platform, the run flows. Running puts us in the lap of Nature. Today, the ions, rain, and for the loop home the vast rainbow lifted my heels in a sense of awe and wonder. The bridge of colors, red on top, purple on the bottom, seemed to manifest the link between false hopes and true aspiration to that deep place it leads us to, inside the storms.
Our Great Mother is a poet. She jams through her elements, she improvises within the context of great multiplicities; the words are her many moods, layers of
experiences..how close or how far from Her you come. Some of us are drawn to get very close indeed! We feel a way through to our own inherent nature by coming into her domain. The run holds the beat while tripping into her vast kaleidoscope of design and beauty. And all the while she invites us on, singing to us in the language of the physical and metaphysical worlds.
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