7.03 miles (total: 2,205.55)
Today's run was "work of art"! Effortless.
I was in the moment, transfixed by the reflection of my running light with the audible book in my ears, almost seeming as white noise. Some might call it a Zen-like experience. I don't know enough about Zen to know whether that is true. All I know is that today's run was by far one of the most wonderful runs I've done in a while. You can't predict which day it may happen. Today it just did.
Maybe after so many runs, it has finally sunk that one of the greatest gifts I've received from running has also one of the most difficult truths to accept: I am human. My body is not unique or special. I am certainly not gifted. My body functions in exactly the same way that any and every body functions, sometimes even worse. Some runs are amazingly effortless, others make me want to cry or pause because I am about to faint. If I am kind to my body, it works well. If I abuse my body, it eventually gives me a middle finger back. The extension of that truth is that the same rules apply to the rest of me. I am human, not only in body but in mind and spirit. But there is joy in accepting that.
Somehow I also know that the best run is still out there in the future, waiting for me to run it. It is not measured by the distance or my speed, but something else, and every day is an opportunity to find it.
And when I get really old and look back, I will be able to say exactly which one that was.
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