Friday, May 14, 2010
Once Upon a Run
Once upon a morning run there was a girl, not unlike myself, who pounded road after road before most of the world was even out of bed. She was up admiring the freshness of a day unstarted before the birds even gave song to the morning.
This was most unlike her.
Never an early riser, she shocked not only her husband, but herself when she set the alarm for 5:00am. More shocking was how addictive this new found running and waiting for the sun to come up became.
The addiction had something to do with breathing.
In, out, in out.
The sheer rhythm of it. The way one foot followed the other. They way hills were broken down into one jogging step after another, never a whole hill. And most importantly, the way she heard things she had never noticed before. The sound of her heart echoing life in her ears. The sound of stillness in the shadows around her. The peace of it all.
And then another sound she didn't even recognize at first. The sound of her own voice. She'd spent so long letting her tongue beat her down that this inner gentleness made her deeply suspicious. Maybe she really had lost her mind rising so early just to run. But there was no denying it. The inner whispers began guiding. They told her she could. They said she was strong. They told her they were proud. And if whispers could smile, these whispers smiled.
Now she knows not only the voice, but the woman from whom the voice comes. And she is not bad company. Not bad company at all. Now, when she runs, she is in that moment with herself so completely that it is almost worth all the years of being lost just to appreciate the power of holding her own hand.
What about you? Where are you most at one with yourself?
If you write, does that inner voice make it into your words?