Tarmac Meditations #38: Trust the Miles

Sometimes true freedom means giving up control and trusting the miles.

September 25, 2010
Down the long hill. Under Orion to the path. Strides, 2 lamp posts on, 1 off. Back up the hill, steady, arms and legs. Head full of gnarled and seemingly deeply rooted stuff. Trust the miles, Michael, trust the miles.

September 26, 2010
Stayed up late talking. Woke up late, after 6 to CBC classical music, the dark roast in a heavy mug, and a couple of thousand images from the race yesterday. Going to sort them and then go for run on the ridge line. It’s grey but okay for a Sunday in the early fall. Feels like old times. But. It’s not. Time’s winged chariot moves on and so apparently do I.

September 28, 2010
Track work again. Quiet morning, fog in the south valley. Good set of reps. Still slower than I used to be. R and M ran well. My hammy tweaked and my old breathing issue showed up again. The early fog has gone to mist and the rain is moving up the valley. It is close and humid. Unusual out here. Even so, I have things to finish today and other things to begin.

Only when you are able to completely detach yourself, can you be free. When things are complicated, be a leaf floating in a river, not knowing where that river might take you. This is true freedom. (I have to stop reading other people’s horoscopes.)

Photo Credit

“Floating Down the River” cdw9 @ Flickr.com. Creative Commons. some Rights Reserved.

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