It is a hard picture to take, that first step taken by all the runners at 6am in the morning. That step always comes every day precisely at 6 sharp, and even though there are sometimes a few missing feet on the starting line, the race begins nonetheless. Within a few minutes all feet will be in action. Today those feet are heading downhill though truth to tell there is not much of an incline to measure. It just looks as though they are going down hill. Tomorrow they will go uphill. The direction will flip back and forth each day. Sometimes most people will not even remember which direction they ran the day before.
There are days when I can admit that I am almost taking for granted what is happening here. I feel like someone in a car speeding along on the service road nearby who just, for the briefest of moments glimpses out their window and sees the little group of runners circling the block. Then for no obvious reason, the true inner experience of the race just takes hold. Perhaps it is as simple as stepping back from the mind and entering my heart. With this it becomes effortlessly easy to be humbled by the magnificence of it all that is taking place here, on every level and to be grateful too. Grateful to have even just seen those feet for a moment, shuffling away from me.
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