All my life I have pushed myself to run faster, bike further, swim longer, hike higher. Maybe my body is catching up to me or maybe I am only just starting to hear her desire to walk, coast, float and rest.
More and more my intentions for a run turns into a walk. It’s not that I can’t run but my body has had enough of increasing heartrates and breathing with my chest.
My body wants to breathe deeply. My body wants a resting heart rate.
And I can only do this when I let myself slow down. When I let my thoughts and ruminations float on by like a cloud. Then I drink in the magic of this moment.
And so, after my ‘run’ today, instead of refuelling with protein I made myself a tea, sat on my porch and watched the symphony of rain falling, birds singing, and wind soothing my soul as I breathed deeply and caught a glimpse of who I am.

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