For 7 days I lived in a different world. For 7 days I was in a place without oppressive heat, without pain, nor with discomfort of any kind. It was a place where my clothes were always clean and showers could be taken at any time of the day. The alarm clock never rang and I never heard any words spoken about suffering and hardship.
For 7 days I became part and parcel of the greater world as we all know it and moved about in drowsy silken comfort. It was an almost dreamlike state and yet there were many times when I could still feel the powerful reach and pull of the 3100.
In the mornings I would run on this path that was created from an abandoned rail way line. It lead for miles out of a small Canadian town where I was staying. For most of the way it ran beneath cool trees, and the air, though sometimes hot was never heavy. The path was made from gravel and was so inviting you could almost imagine running barefoot upon it. I am sure there are many places in this world of ours equally as beautiful. Paths that can compel one to follow and see which grand vista opens up in front of you around each new unexplored shady corner.
There were also many times when the call of the race was just so powerful that I could almost still feel the hard concrete under my feet even though I ran along on a soft path. Now of course I am back home. Back to the place which has a reality and divinity far more inviting and far more beautiful and fulfilling than where I was for those brief 7 days.
For me the escape was a unique opportunity to appreciate even more the self transcendence race and respect the efforts and sacrifice of the 11. How many would not prefer to run under these cool green trees along a gentle path. To enjoy tranquility over hardship, to accept relaxation over fatigue, to be able to rest easy instead of having an endless hard road of constant unyielding movement in front of you.
The race is so richly unique in what is. An almost impossible struggle to reach a goal that can only be fully experienced within and almost never comprehended externally. A divine opportunity to make a pilgrimage to a destination beyond our sight and certainly beyond our mind, yet somehow reachable only by our heart’s oneness. You may never know if or when you will even arrive, and certainly no magic gate swings open even if and when you complete the distance. It is a profound life journey in which so few are equipped and brave enough to take and yet they still do.
It is in this incomprehensible act of running 18 hours a day for 3100 miles that the runners here defy human logic and defy all the sane precepts of life. The only way they can do this is simply because they have consciously chosen not to listen to the mind’s common sense at all.
A more powerful inner voice commands and they are somehow able to listen and to obey. It is within them just as it is within us as well.
My Lord do you ever think of me?
What else do I do?
What else can I do?
“It is beautiful,” Dharbhasana has just recited the poem of the day. “I guess it shows that creator and creation are the same thing. That we are not separate from the ultimate reality. We are always being cared for and concerned for. It is apparent in this race at times when you think you are struggling. You still continue and carry on and know, that you are being carried through it all. The Supreme’s concern and compassion, care, love, and blessings, are there all the time, constant and continual.”