Meditative Running

(Last Updated On: 10 March 2021)

I’d originally written & posted this short read on August 11th, 2019 somewhere else..

I think we need to get to a place where any physical endeavor is pursued as an end in itself.

I realize now that almost everything we run after in life is subject to being screwed by an irresistible tendency to pursue things for some higher purpose or Finish Line; a reward, often, much bigger than us and outside the sphere of our abilities or margin of control regarding our daily reality.

Nevertheless, rewards work. They incentive. They make us jealous and, often, they push us past our “known territory” of what we think we are capable of.

But rewards and incentives can become a double-edged sword. Chasing trophies or medals, credentials and records and recognition can and will stop being meaningful or fun after a while.

Using the words of Alan Watts, when you listen a piece of music the song itself is the point. You don’t listen waiting for the track to hit the end; you are enjoying the journey instead. The same goes for meditation, dancing, and perhaps a handful of other creative pursuits.

Lately, I’ve been applying this meditative approach to running. My running routine, something I crave each morning. What I do is that I combine my addiction to runners’ high with my struggle/obsession of establishing a daily routine template applicable regardless of time or place.
So, what I do, I wake up around 5:30 a.m and go for a 10 to 16km run on a trail course in the forest. I have access to 1.5 to 2L of water, but I don’t carry it with me as I run; I try to drink just enough water before I get out of the house, and then I put a large bottle of water somewhere between trees so I have access to water after one hour of running top.
Often, I run on empty stomach. However, if I feel like I am going for a longer run ( >16km), I try to either wake up 90 minutes earlier and get enough carbs down my system (simple carbs) or I postpone the longer run to the afternoon.

The running experience never ceases to please me. And once I got good at it, it seemed to me that I will never get enough. Cleansing and healing, with that pace and beautiful stride, running takes me places I never thought I shall go.

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