Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Country Road, Take Me Home
I started the run with my brother, but he just went for 5 and sent me on my way. (He rode 80 miles on his bike the morning before-- He's a little kooky like that). So off I went on the most beautiful, quiet country road. The picture above is not the exact road I was on, but something similar. I saw a total of 3 cars for the entire 2 hours that I was on this run. It was an amazingly peaceful, centering experience.
Do you have running experiences that are spiritual? It was all I could do to not cry on this run. So I did. I was overwhelmed with the beauty, the rhythm of my feet, the sound of my breath and the feel of my heart beating. I felt a connection with God, nature, my body in a way that was extraordinary. I needed that time on the country road. I came home from this run and tried to tell my husband about it. All I could say is that I wished I could bottle up what I felt inside and pour it into his heart to share it.
I tend to get really thinky-thinky and analytical/borderline philosophical when it comes to spiritual matters. I have concluded that a loving Heavenly Father has infinite patience for me and the way that I work through matters of faith. After all, He did create me. And I am infinitely grateful that in spite of all of the ways that I get wrapped around the axel in my spiritual life, I have these amazing moments. Where I look at the sky, the sun, the mountains and FEEL His love so profoundly. That is what matters most to me. And it's enough.
Running is not like this every time that I go. But it's because of runs like this, that I lace up my shoes and head out the door, day after day.
Posted by Chelle at 10:59 AM