Zen and Zen...

I wasn’t born a runner.

In fact, I hated running in high school- I loathed the quarterly mile run that our tired and kind of apathetic gym teach would force us to do. I didn’t learn to appreciate running until I joined ROTC. Running as a group I learned that I liked running with purpose. In retrospect I wish I had continued running then, as it would have changed me life quote literally. Life happened. I had a baby, I married, divorced about 5 minutes later and went on to learn some hard life lessons. Along the way I picked up bad habits and gained nearly two hundred pounds.

My bad, right?

I like to think of the time I am spending now as being Life: Part Deuce. I still have some bad habits, enjoy a drink here and there and makes mistakes but I’m older, wiser and hopefully a little bit of a better person for all the bumps and dings I’ve collected over the last decade or so.

So running? Right.

Why not?

If we only get one dance on the planet, shouldn’t we chase something with meaning? There is something I find in running that I have never found anywhere else- a sort of fulfillment that isn’t so much a tangible thing as it is a profound sense of peace. I do my best and deepest thinking while I run. I hear things from my body I never expected while running.

Running is in my opinion meditation with motion.

Here is to finding my little piece of Zen.