I am not fast. I am not concerned with how far I go. I focus on one step-at-a-time. I work to connect my breath to my thoughts. I seek rhythm.
I Just finished week 3 of training for the 5k. Saturday starts week 4. It is mind-blowing that I have been training for a 5k. I do not love or like running. What I do like is the sense of accomplishment of getting it done. This morning I was so relaxed and so ready. I was not concerned about it being hard. I ran without my usual music pumping. I just wanted to be in the moment with God, my breath and the sky. This is sacred. This is sacred and I am understanding that. It is more surrendering than running; God is directing and I am moving at the command of the wind.
The sound of my breath is the prayer.
I am progressing.