29 April 2012
It's on days like this that I wish I wasn't addicted to running. It's wet and windy outside but the inner-determination will guide me to my running shoes. The sharp intake of cold air hits my lungs as I set foot outside. I know this will be uncomfortable but the inner peace at the end will be worth it. My legs start to run, fighting to set a rhythm. A few more deep breathes to get me going and then peace. The body falls into harmony. The legs are working without effort, the breaths are natural and smooth. I run past a few onlookers who think I'm mad. I agree with them.
This is my meditation time. This is my journey.
The rain drips from my forehead, mixed in with the sweat. The salt stings my eyes but I carry on.
Legs getting heavy Arms getting tired
I turn the final corner and suddenly the rain stops. The wind drops. A peak of sunshine.
It was worth it.
The Runner • Opuss № I