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on the ol’ dusty road
A run is a journey. Traveling distances through streets, over streams, down paths glistening from emerald pockets of fresh fern growth with gnarly roots bursting then burying themselves in shady earth. A run can take you places and sometimes these are places untouched by steps.
A journey inside, that of a wandering mind feeling free to abstain from overly preoccupied callings and somehow unburdened by the constant motion which has a low constant level of alertness but with no real hard acts of focus. It can be an inner moment of true escape into relaxation or an effort of utmost grit accompanied with the knowledge of one’s ability. There is so much to running that is just a pure gift. A chance to really open up.
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