Run

There is something rhythmic about running.  I'm not talking about The Black Eyed Peas 'bumpin bumpin' on your itouch in your ears as you pound your feet on the pavement,   I'm talking about the music that you start to feel when you start moving.  You take one step, then another.   Then you set your pace a little quicker, faster until your body automatically sets you in a rhythmic motion. You inhale and exhale.  You listen to yourself breathe, check that you inhale through your nose and exhale through your mouth (counting, 1,2,3..), being mindful not to keep your mouth open, slack.  You move your arms, slightly stiff at first, but then you hear that music in your head and you start swaying your body, your arms to the rhythm of that inside beat.  You remember to try and keep your abdomen in, while at the same time, trying softly to press your toes, then your heels down into the ground.  You feel that morning sun beating down your face, the sweat starting to trickle down.  You punch the air to push yourself, being mindful of the beat established by your own body.  And though you feel your heart pounding, your feet aching, that stitch in your side beginning to flare up, you reach inside yourself to turn the volume up.  You want that song to keep on playing and playing.  But eventually, you do have to slow down, realizing that you've reached your destination, completed your course.  That song is fading, ending, waiting to be played another day (maybe the next day?)  I am beginning to enjoy running.