It will pass. Running is an act of observation - and we stretch the distance to gain insight into the transient nature of the world. Here we find fluidity in unsuspected places. Nothing is truly solid. Even runner and path merge in singular space. It's a dance of particles within the emptiness of form. So nothing will last - including moments of despair. Observe again, deeper still - what feels solid in its torment is too a dance of space within a void. It will pass. If we allow it. Distance running then becomes an act of allowance - we observe a phenomenon without the anchor of a judgment and surrender our attachment to its being. It will pass. In its time. All things do.
Peace,
Eric
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