Recently I started running. I wanted to see if I could reduce my rare chronic pain disorder through fitness. I've poo pooed on running 95% of my life. I used to joke, "What's the point? You just end up where you started." I was ignorant.
I run in a local park I can reach by foot from my house that has a few trails. Running with cars sucks. Running with trees, birds, water, and sky is bliss. Last night to beat the heat, I went for a run by moon light in the park. Mind you the heat index at 12:30 am when I left was still in the upper 80's. It was a 3/4 moon and I got more than I requested.
The run to the park is boring. About a mile of necessary sidewalk to reach the wooded trail. I turned down the trail and about 100 yards in I saw joy. The light of the street lamps now gone, I was swallowed by the fireflies. Their numbers were staggering. I was immersed in a blanket of blinking lights that stole my breath. I was swimming. I was floating. I was gliding like a spaceship through a sea of stars going supernova. Each one bursting with light only long enough to pick out an individual and then it was gone. Gone forever. I was free falling. I put my hands up like you do on a roller coaster when you are a child. I had no voice to scream. It didn't make sense anyway. Bullfrogs cheered with their deep voices like it was the most awesome fourth of July fireworks presentation. Crickets chirped with a deafening harmonic. And so I leaped.
I leaped up and out. I leaped deep and in. I leaped to thoughtlessness. My mind was quiet. I left my pain with the body so I had escaped it too. I thought of nothing. I just witnessed from within and out. For 400 yards I was neither here nor there. I wasn't even. I was gone. Then I made the left I always do and climbed up and away from the scene of the crime. It was over.
With the fireflies gone, the bullfrogs silent and the chirps missing I slipped back into myself. But I had the pain of the run. So I focused on that. I focused in a positive way. I have chronic pain so this was nothing in comparison and I focused on it only to keep me from replaying my days. I wanted to be someplace with out worry and the focus on the pain was helping. The dark was playing tricks on me now. I was in the woods and my mind was filling in the blanks my eyes failed to sense. Figures and shapes appearing in the black. I climbed up and up. Suddenly and unexpectedly, I had arrived at my destination. I didn't know I was going here but there I was.
I stood on the hillside peering over an unobstructed view of the park. The fireflies were now a hundred feet below me. Dense. Very dense. I was here on the hill and there in the prairie with the fireflies. I was also touching the moon and swimming in the lake. I stopped running. I didn't want to move on. I wanted to build a house right there and move in. It was lonely, like I needed to be.
I think of the fireflies on my windshield differently now.
I run in a local park I can reach by foot from my house that has a few trails. Running with cars sucks. Running with trees, birds, water, and sky is bliss. Last night to beat the heat, I went for a run by moon light in the park. Mind you the heat index at 12:30 am when I left was still in the upper 80's. It was a 3/4 moon and I got more than I requested.
The run to the park is boring. About a mile of necessary sidewalk to reach the wooded trail. I turned down the trail and about 100 yards in I saw joy. The light of the street lamps now gone, I was swallowed by the fireflies. Their numbers were staggering. I was immersed in a blanket of blinking lights that stole my breath. I was swimming. I was floating. I was gliding like a spaceship through a sea of stars going supernova. Each one bursting with light only long enough to pick out an individual and then it was gone. Gone forever. I was free falling. I put my hands up like you do on a roller coaster when you are a child. I had no voice to scream. It didn't make sense anyway. Bullfrogs cheered with their deep voices like it was the most awesome fourth of July fireworks presentation. Crickets chirped with a deafening harmonic. And so I leaped.
I leaped up and out. I leaped deep and in. I leaped to thoughtlessness. My mind was quiet. I left my pain with the body so I had escaped it too. I thought of nothing. I just witnessed from within and out. For 400 yards I was neither here nor there. I wasn't even. I was gone. Then I made the left I always do and climbed up and away from the scene of the crime. It was over.
With the fireflies gone, the bullfrogs silent and the chirps missing I slipped back into myself. But I had the pain of the run. So I focused on that. I focused in a positive way. I have chronic pain so this was nothing in comparison and I focused on it only to keep me from replaying my days. I wanted to be someplace with out worry and the focus on the pain was helping. The dark was playing tricks on me now. I was in the woods and my mind was filling in the blanks my eyes failed to sense. Figures and shapes appearing in the black. I climbed up and up. Suddenly and unexpectedly, I had arrived at my destination. I didn't know I was going here but there I was.
I stood on the hillside peering over an unobstructed view of the park. The fireflies were now a hundred feet below me. Dense. Very dense. I was here on the hill and there in the prairie with the fireflies. I was also touching the moon and swimming in the lake. I stopped running. I didn't want to move on. I wanted to build a house right there and move in. It was lonely, like I needed to be.
I think of the fireflies on my windshield differently now.
Thanks, Mike, for the beautiful imagery. Our backyard is full of fireflies, but not since I was a child have I run among them. I am inspired.
ReplyDeleteI challenge you to catch one and put it on your nose. You are guaranteed to feel happy.
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