When you take a really deep breath, as deep as you can, there is still always a little room for a bit more air if you just force yourself, and that is the place from which I want to breathe. When I run hard I can breathe to that place consistently, but only while I am running. (The other thing that opens that place is crying, but I almost never cry that way anymore.) The feeling of opening that tight place in my chest, that is my reason for running, because it releases everything that is trapped behind it for awhile.
I ran the TH trail this afternoon, which is the right balance of people-y enough to be safe, and quiet enough to be peaceful. It was a passage through seasons because although it is still summer on my street, in the park it seems that autumn has already descended.
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2 comments:
I can't run that hard. Or maybe I don't want to run that hard. But I can definitely cry that hard.
I really like that you said that, thank you.
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