In the face of anxiety then, stay steady, go slow, keep the pace … Continue reading
In this week, I have thought about my running and what training does for me considering that I treat running as a space for introspection and a space to unwind. The training and workouts I have attended have played a crucial role in helping me to learn more about my body and my mind. Through training, I have learnt how and when to intervene and more importantly, not to intervene, when my body and mind throw up various kinds of sensations and reactions in response to vagaries of the terrains and the mind … Continue reading
Going beyond the limits is not about how much pain can you endure or what is the longest distance that you can run. It is about whether you can run despite the pain because run you must and running is what will alleviate your turbulent mind and soul. I began thinking about the monks that Santhosh and Murthy had once mentioned who run continuously for days on end, in the deserted deserts, in the harshest conditions. I realized that they are not doing this to prove a point to themselves. They are simply moving beyond the limits that we feel limit us. They are perhaps calling upon that which lies in the deep recesses of their hearts, their souls and this universe to run because run they must, because running is a kind of calling, because running is actually running into the unknowns of the world with the faith that when you run metaphorical and real ways will open up, that as much as you are running on the paths and roads you are simultaneously running retrospectively inside yourself, discovering that which lies within you but remains completely unknown … Continue reading
This post is like me ambling along roads and courses, not knowing whether I am running towards a destination or whether the act of running is destination in itself. Continue reading
This morning, I ran wherever there was a path. Come to think of it, this statement has more meanings than one. I could have written instead “this morning, I ran wherever I could find a path” but this statement would not hold the power and meaning that lie in the words “this morning, I ran wherever there was path”. I did not find the path. The pathways kept opening up as I gave up on the fear of losing my way. In the process of losing, I found, or rather, the path found me. Continue reading
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