I believe that running can be therapeutic. I honestly believe that running has kept me alive. In my darkest moments it seems that all I had was running. Meditation was difficult and my writing was floundering. My mother was dying and my wife was leaving me - I was left with nothing. Well, almost nothing. I had miles...and they were all ahead of me. Everything else in my life was slipping to past - but those miles - the ones yet to be covered - they called to me and my legs fairly ached to feel the gift they offered. And the gift wasn't hope and it wasn't faith that a new mile would bring me comfort. No, the gift was being alive in that singular moment of motion - and another mile meant a stretch of peace to last as long as I could muster the courage to keep moving forward. And I did. And I still am. Mile after mile.
Peace,
Eric
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