
For the longest time, I’ve been searching for the parallel between running and meditation.
It wasn’t until I developed shin splints—an injury I initially chalked up to overuse—that I discovered what’s deeply embedded in the act of sustained attention: sustaining and maintaining proper form, and in that, it becomes meditative.
The level of attention required to continually calibrate the system—to monitor every foot placement, hip movement, hand position, stride, pace, and breath—is immense.
A constant process of listening to areas of discomfort, recalibrating, retraining, and reiterating. That state of sustained attention is northing more than meditative.
It’s an invitation always to return; a condition always on offer. The challenge is, the knowing required to navigate back to that state. The beauty of the discalibration is such that it provides an invitation to reclaim attention.

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