To brutal harsh reality. It's a bitch. Why can't we have silent days at work? Or exclusively use IM? I mean, it's worth a try, people.
Yes, my weekend was wonderful. It is ... hard to sum up. I did no running at the monastery this year but lots of walking up and down some pretty steep hills. I walked outside by myself at night, and wondered "Why don't I ever do this at home?" "Because," I said, "you'd get run over or mugged in the cement suburban jungle of Bethesda." But in West Park, New York, there's just the Hudson River and the woods. (Oh, and Norman Bates' old motel across the street.)
But the woods are a lovely safe place. (Except for the occasional bear mauling. You know.)
Tonight, speaking of not running, I ran five miles, and it got dark about halfway through. And then I did something totally insane.
I took off my headphones.
I was alone with my thoughts.
I listened to the sounds of the trail and the woods at night.
I felt what my body was feeling.
I felt what running feels like.
No, it didn't feel great.
But I was there to feel it.
It's an experiment worth repeating.