Two days later, I went for a pre-dawn run on the beach. Within
moments of my feet hitting the sand, everything fell into place. Feet, legs,
hands, breath, every part of my body knew just what to do. We were indeed born
to run.
The sun rose in the sky; the beach changed from rough sand, to broken shells, to fine sand, and rough again. I could have gone on forever, but I turned back. I had found my answer. I run because running puts me in touch with my elemental self. It lets me be who I really Am.
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A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.
2 comments:
Yes! This is so right on for running, for meditating, for writing, for whatever discipline of joy we set for ourselves....
Natasha - What a wonderful way to explain how running makes you feel and why you run. I think anything that puts you in touch with yourself like that is worth doing...
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