twin peaks

With the start of training comes the beginning of exploration. On Sunday I rode around the whole city, embarcadero to chrissy field, accross the Golden Gate Bridge, up to the Marin Headlands, back accross the bridge up through Sea Cliff, down the Great Highway, through Golden Gate Park to the Lower Haight and back the Mission. It was a georgous day full of sunshine and radiance. When I'm on long rides or runs time seems to loose meaning at times and I get lost in the moments. Often when I get back it seems like I lost time or something as if my mind and being left and then came back hours later. It's bizarre, interesting ang telling.

Tonight I ran from my flat up to Twin Peaks and there was a similar experience of loss of time. When I'm able to get beyond the pain in my body I leave this world and am encompassed in my own.

My mind wanders through the threads of my life, relationships, vocation, what God is impressing upon me, where I need to grow, and what I'm going to eat when I get done. My mind is something that is never at rest; something is constantly passing through those synapses. There is a difference though between the mulling that occurs while running, cycling, hiking, etc. than occurs when I'm sedintary. It's seemingly productive when I'm moving and though manifest themselves differently.

Tonight the winds were stirring, as
one after the other my feet struck the ground.
Alone.
Alone, above street lights and city buildings
Alone will always be something I carry
Sometimes in my pocket
others on my back
Tonight the winds are blowing the loneliness all around me
I seek to embrace it, to keep it from being blown onto my back