Mind in Running
Mind, as much as body and the paths on which my feet crunched kilometres, has always been part of my running. That’s how I got the riches of running.
I got most of the “how” of running from books and the people I ran with. My mind played with the what, the what-else and the why of running. From that the rich part of running, grew and blossomed
In a sense my mind had to do this. It had to find or make up a reason for all the interval and fartlek sessions, time-trials, long slow runs, training, racing, the goals and standards.
In addition to the shorter, harder work, I got longer runs. Once I got through a few weeks for being out for a couple of hours, coming back with well-run grin, I found a passion. That was enough.
Yet there was more. Running far enough quietened, calmed, emptied and so nicely scrubbed out my mind. That was more than enough.
Still more came – run far enough opened my mind just right and the outside began pouring in – sunrises, stars, the tingle of the life in grasses, sunbirds, geraniums, frogs, trees, the nicely infinite deep of the sky.
Running enough got me enough and the magically opened the way to get still more.
So running gave me a bit more of Life; became a way of getting even more of life. That was the second dimension of my running .
More on mind in running, on mental strength next time.