On my third run of the week this morning, which in and of itself is serendipity, I actually forgot I was running for a few minutes. It felt amazing to be in the zone and moving forward without it taking up all the space in my mind.
For you runners out there, you know how it is, the constant inner chatter about breathing steadily, landing just right on my feet, minding the people and dogs, how uneven the sidewalk is, how my feet feel like they're encased in concrete, and how if I moved any slower... It's enough to make a person stop altogether.
But this morning, all that went quiet. It was just me running, and it felt good.