Mindful Running


Sometimes, as I’m thundering along, trying not to hear the sound of my feet slapping the gravel or my lungs sucking desperately for air, I happen to move outside my mind for the briefest moment and those are the moments when I’m dazzled.

Today, the rising sun slanted like the bars of a song I know by heart through the reddening leaves, blushing at the attention of the wild and warming sunshine. Critters trilled and hustled out of sight, down the banks and around the burnished husks of trees.

I haven’t been over this particular bridge yet, but it’s on my list, more now because of how it grasped and halted me today, so soon, only a mile, into my run. I want to see everything.