It is now a full week since my last run. I missed my long run for the weekend as well. I spent the last weekend camping in the beautiful Turloc Lake area, which is an ideal place for the long run. With great jealously, I watched other runners going spiritedly about their running in such serene settings.
As I missed the long run, I realize the primary thing I miss about running isn’t burning the calories, isn’t the rush of endorphins, isn’t the clean air, it is something at a much higher level, at a spiritual level.
The first time I observed Buddhist monks in close proximity was in the Hsi Lai temple in Los Angeles. The monks were slowly pacing their way around the monastery, taking one small step at a time, very mindful of each step.
Later, I learned from my spiritual guru that they were indeed meditating and they were watching their breath carefully and watching the void in between them.
And that is exactly what would happen to me during those long runs. The first two miles of any run is a big fight for me. I don’t really enjoy running until the muscles warm up and it usually takes about two miles for me, probably because I run so damn slowly. I also usually run with music on, which eggs me past those two initial miles. During these long runs, on pretty much every occasion so far (which aren’t many, btw), after mile two, the music gently fades away. The music is still playing through the headphones, but I am not paying any attention to the music any more.
At some point in time, all I am doing is watching my breath and slowly watching the inhalation and exhalation process. Beyond a certain limit, I tune out the breath and I start watching the gaps between the breath. My mind goes void and all I see are the gaps in the breath. At that point, there is emptiness, a calm and a bliss that is otherwise unattainable during the regular course of day. I am not running for fitness, not to prove a point to myself or anyone else, I am running to be in peace, to be at peace with myself, to experience the calm. My silly grin gets wider and wider as the miles go longer and I am highly amused beyond this point.
I miss that. There are people who swear that running is a truly spiritual experience. With my little experience so far, I can confirm. Now I need to go back to talking to my left knee and ankle to heal quickly, so I can start over
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