saturn return to sender

Today I ran about half as far as I normally do when I run at work. Cruised along at a more leisurely pace. I tend to think I have to pound pretty hard to get the runner’s high to which I’ve become slightly addicted. Or at least to feel like I’ve accomplished something. But my back is recovering from an injury and I’ve hardly exercised in the past week, so I allowed myself to take it easy.

On the way back, I settled into a nice long-stride pace and focused on relaxing. I imagined that the run was a continuous, controlled fall. I noticed the rhythmic pressure on the heels and balls of my feet, felt each impact compress my foot, ankle, and leg, and allowed the fall to carry my weight forward into the next compression. I tried to fall with an open chest and noble spine.

Off and on, focusing on the feeling of it all, the run dissolved into a sense of floating forward and a gentle pressure—the pressure of the exertion required to maintain everything. That was it. It was not at all unpleasant. It was not a concept in my mind, but a feeling in which I was immersed, like a pool of warm water, or the weight of a lover’s body, and there wasn’t room for much else. All the little discomforts and pains were still around, somewhere. But they weren’t very important. The exertion’s breathing was a wave, and I was what the wave felt like. I was nothing other than that.

During an IM chat inspired by Clarissa’s post on non-attachment, Orwell, and Gandhi last week, I told Enjelani that I don’t usually find running to be very meditative. Maybe I try too hard, maybe I’m too worried about improving my time. Later, Jet and I talked about choosing a direction in life, rather than a specific goal. A goal is too restrictive; liable to anchor your identity to something imaginary. If it never comes to be, what then are you? If it does come to be … what, then, are you?

I do think that, somehow, the feeling of gently losing yourself to the exertion of something—anything—is part of the answer to non-attachment. How can you love someone and still practice non-attachment? I’m not sure, but maybe a paradoxical commitment to both is the exertion itself, is the thing to which you must surrender. It makes no sense, but in the floating-fall of my little run today, there was no need for thought. There was only the exertion. Somehow, that was enough.