Running

When you live in the Coloradon rockies for nine months 8,684 feet is not a big deal after a while. You get used to the altitude and befor long are able to run around for two hours in a small gym playing indoor soccer.

I went running on Wednesday morning and found something rather interesting. As I was running my lungs did not get tired. They were full of air and I was not breathing hard at all. It was one of the easiest runs I had ever been on. Well, until my legs began to scream at me. My knees ached, my caves were tight, and my thighs were super sore. So as I’m running, my lungs are full of air and breathing like I am walking and my legs feels like they are about to fall off! Such a weird combination.

I think that this is how my spiritual life is at the moment. My lungs have gotten strong and are able to soak in everything needed for me to function, while my legs have not had a decent amount of exercise and need to get strong again. I need to start practicing and applying what I have learned at Ravencrest. The only question is, what does that look like. I guess this summer will let me know.

That’s really all I got, and it’s time for my morning run anyway. peace out.