I woke up this morning around 4 am but couldn’t fall back
asleep, so I read in bed for a little. I got up around 6 am for a morning jog
and the weather was absolutely perfect. It almost felt like a fall morning.
There was a light breeze that tingled my limbs and I could actually breath
comfortably. I started out slowly as I normally do and found my feet moving
ahead of me for the first time in a very, very long time. I’ve been running
(jogging) sporadically for about three weeks now and each time my legs felt
like deadweights, only swinging forward with each stride because my arms and
pelvic girdle forced it to do so. I also rediscovered a rhythm in my breath,
the song of the inner world. I’m running again and though it took a few weeks
of my body struggling, my mind-body finally came into sync, like old friends
rediscovering their friendship after missing each other for years.
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