As I begin breaking in my legs for the Pacasmayo
marathon, I’ve been logging miles upon miles and exploring roads upon roads. On
these runs my mind buzzes – so much I have to do, and then “it” – something –
the runner’s high maybe – this magical brake - hits me and I am lost in the
moment. My mind and my body are
flawlessly in sync. I am hyper-sensitive to my surroundings, my heart beat, my
breathing, my arms, my legs, my steps, even to my thoughts. It’s like there’s
two of me when I’m running and Gia #1 emerges and begins to tell Gia #2 to shut
up and stop thinking so much about everything she has to do and what she’s
worrying about, etc. Gia #1 is saying that Gia #2 should be focusing on the
action she’s doing and her god damn music for Christ’s sake. The longer I go,
the more I lose myself, the more I become Gia #1 and the better I feel about
everything/all those thoughts. It’s probably subconsciously why I like to do
marathons – takes my mind off the bad, teaches me a good lesson and hurts in a
good, addicting way. All I know is that when I lose myself in the moment, I am happiest. I have the best
thoughts running. It’s the most centered I can get and I appreciate life on a
whole new level. We shouldn’t let our minds wander too much. I can't stress how important it is to be present. Be present now. Start this moment and appreciate it for what it is.
"Para-para-paradise..."
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