And now let go - breath and step fall entirely on their own. Effort is the illusion of control. Without the measured thoughts of distance - we are continuous. Without the thoughts that define us as a runner - we are effortless. Everything still happens, fatigue, and thirst, and surrender of will, they all exist in the moment of their happening. Yet now let go - they continue in their passing.
Peace,
Eric
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