(This is what my face probably looked like the whole time:)
... By the time we were done, the sun was coming up, and I heard the birds singing! BIRDS! BIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDDDDDDDSSSSSSSSSSS! (Oops, I think I just go into a trance.)
The birds are coming back... please tell me this is a good sign? PLEASE!
Painful or not, runs are always a moment of awakening (and not only because I mostly run early mornings!) I can't seem to be able to get my feet going without my thoughts following at the same pace: on long, slow runs I get into a meditative state; on short, tempo runs, my head starts spinning with ideas; only during sprints do I not think much apart from "!"/$%?&* this hurts!"
My "running thoughts" are often metaphysical in nature. Once, after a Sunday long run, K exclaimed "Well, this surely beats going to church!" Not sure if her analogy arised from the fact that we pray (for it to be over) the whole time. One thing is certain, the repetitive movement of our feet, the regular inhale and exhale pattern and the inescapable beauty of our surroundings certainly make us feel like we are in communion with the whole universe!
Setting aside those spiritual elucubrations, today's questioning is about Easter.
(For me it's chocolate, brioche, eggs, ham, lamb, asparagus... can you tell I was raised in a food-loving house?)
Corollary question: why do you celebrate it?
'Cause everyone does! (or so it seems!)
As I was pondering all that, this picture appeared on my Facebook feed:
Well, that's an interesting explanation. What do you think? Does it hold? I know I'm never gonna think about Easter the same way!
Have a great weekend everyone, whichever way you decide to celebrate!