Joy and Diminishing Magnificence

A few words today about the joy of running. Glimpses of effortlessness. Moments of bliss. 

Many runs are business runs, especially at the moment with Schedule calling the shots. It's about getting the job done. Showing up. Banking the miles. I may not feel much like going out, there are other things it seems like it would be nicer to do. But commitment being what it is, out I go. 

And (even) within these runs, there are times when everything feels fantastic. There's a sense of ease, of being able to run forever. To do anything. Be anything. Overcome, achieve, manifest everything one desires. 

And then the moment is gone. 

But that glimpse. That sensation. It's addictive. It's a hit. Maybe it's the bliss that any meditation offers.  Connection (with a higher power). Flow. A quite exquisite joy.

Tis a powerful lure. For sure.

I'm intrigued as to what the ingredients are to create the moments. Can I create more of them? Can I make them longer? Or is very the essence of them the fact that they are elusive and transitory? Tasty food for thought...

And what of the diminishing magnificence I spoke of in the title?

 A massage student, grappling with my somewhat sturdy and sizable calves, once commented, "they are rather magnificent, aren't they?" But just the last few days I've had a sense of them changing. I feel their form is altering, and I wonder if there is a decrease in size going on as a result of all this running. With this in mind a friend measured and recorded a widest girth point of 15 and 3/4 inches. Watch this space - I shall have a re-measuring in a few weeks ;o)