Panic in the streets
This is from the " Best of 2009" "challenge" that I am "doing." The original post is here!
December 8 Moment of peace. An hour or a day or a week of solitude. What was the quality of your breath? The state of your mind? How did you get there?
Moment of peace! Who do you think I am? Jesting aside, I would not equate 2009 with peace and quiet and solitude. Probably the most relaxed I felt was an afternoon in Central Park on a date, lying in the grass, eating a picnic after going to a screening at the New York Film Festival. I gladly let all time and to-do lists go just to look up at the leaves. The other peace of mind to be had for me were on my longer runs, particularly the ones in the summer at my sister's house in the country. There's nothing so quiet as running in forests and next to cornfields at dusk by myself, feeling every muscle of my body engaged, my mind both focused and relaxed. This mental quiet was probably one of the biggest reasons I got into running this year, especially for that blissed-out weird jogging Zen you get afterwards. Better than drugs, and I've done my share...