During my fractional night run, I slowed my pace down a bit and kept gazing around my surroundings: “God, being alive is amazing.” I heard my inner dialogue saying. and I kept looking around in awe, everything is unexpectedly gorgeous. I saw a woman walking a dog, I don’t know dog types to be honest, but it was a short dog, short hair, flappy ears, and white with brown and black spots.

I’ve also seen at that moment a gray cat crossing the street, moving from a house in the neighbourhood to the local park. I ran in this neighbourhood a thousand times, but today I guess I saw differently.

One of the deepest experiences I have during my runs, is how noticeable my thoughts be. I do notice how anxiety works when I’m running, and I notice how it get triggered, exaggerate itself, and how it reach to the point of overwhelming me. But I also notice how I have the ability to stop it in an instant, which is something I couldn’t do when I’m at home or simply being.

Running gives me the ability to control myself and my mind to the extent that I can’t do it when I’m not running. It’s like meditation on steroids.

I’m looking forward to my next run. 🏃‍♂️