Running from Heart
By Bronwyn Morrissey
We arrive at
the trailhead and park the car. I
look at all the running gear on the seat next to me: a handheld water bottle, a
heart rate monitor and watch, a full running pack and my La Sportiva running
hat. I grab only my hat, leaving the rest. My partner and I hit the trail.
Today I run with no agenda, no plans, no goal and I run to escape the hectic
pace of life. For a period of time, I just enjoy being outside and clearing my
As we run
around the first corner and start to head up the hill, I notice the sweet smell
of the pine trees. My partner bolts ahead of me. I stay relaxed in the rhythm I
have grown comfortable over the years with seeing the clouds and feeling the
cool breeze as I wander the forested trail.
when I run, there is a specific goal of distance, speed, heart rate or
elevation gain. On those days I focus inward on how my legs, heart and lungs
are working together. I ask myself “can I go faster? Can I push harder? Can I
pass the guy in front of me?” I am not aware of what my eyes are seeing, my
mind occupied with training is elsewhere and busy. Physically I may be on the
trails but my
mind doesn’t even notice the beauty I am missing.
different, or should I say today is becoming the norm. I am running to enjoy
what is around me and clear my mind. I feel my body where it is in the moment
and I don’t push it to do more. Every step is a joy and a blessing. Looking
around me I see nature in a different way and I am curious, wondering how long
that interesting rock I pass has been on the side of the trail and what has it
seen. I feel my feet hitting the earth and I am experiencing the now.
As we reach
the top of the hill the air suddenly warms, a welcome respite form the
approaching winter. We turn around and head down towards “reality” but I hold
off all that I should do for another few miles. Again my running buddy, who has
no brakes flies down the hill without a care. As my two legs turn over quickly on the steep section, his
four legs flow effortlessly galloping along in the pure joy of running.
When we reach
the end of our adventure I pat his head “Good boy Tucker” and we jump back in
the car. Today we run because we love to run. Today we run from heart.
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