Silent might be an exaggeration, but certainly intentional. I decided to forgo the ipod today as I headed out into the woods for my run. Usually, I enjoy the pace-maker of my music, driving me on to go harder, faster, further.
This day I found the sound of my feet and breathing to be enough to encourage my pace. I also noticed for the first time in awhile where I slow up in the middle of the run. It’s easy to think my feet will ensure my goal time, but more focus is actually required. Yet in the midst of this crusade of feet and head, I found the surrounding ambiance to be a perfect time to be silent.
The time brought to mind those who haven’t thought about in a long time.
The thick bush beyond the trail reminded me of friends who were about to embark on new adventures or just returned from such journeys.
The squirrels helped me think of college friends where the rodents ran rampant.
The sounds of helicopters prompted me to think about those in the service, those in the hospital, and those aching after loved ones there.
A silent jog brought to mind:
It’s interesting how motivating distractions and pace-makers can actually keep me from listening to the real Pace-Maker. I take for granted that this time to run is a gift of physical strength, geography, and discipline. I don’t and won’t always have such opportunities. I won’t always run without music, but the silent jog made for a loquacious and thorough mind and soul workout.
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