Zen Like Jogging
Monday, October 27th, 2008
Breathing comes as easy as the rhythm, the striding along the gutter and the sidewalk ledge.
Covered in hooded sweatshirt, snow cap and runner’s jacket, long johns and gloves, I try closing my eyes on the neighborhood streets and listening to my own body. I can’t let go entirely in case a parked car or pot hole catches me, but all I can hear is the cold air I’m sucking into my lungs, big, deep bags of air seeping in and pushing against my rib cage. (more…)
