Adventure Pace Running

Great band name, to be sure . . . .

In my previous post about sustained attention, I shared how I’ve been deeply interested in the meditative nature of running—especially tuning into a form that feels sustainable, enjoyable, and freeing.

Not task-oriented, but truly meditative.

This morning, during my daily sunrise mile, I focused intently on my hamstrings, glutes, and especially the swaying motion of my hips, arms, and hands.

I became aware of how all these parts moved together in a beautiful biomechanical symphony.

The image that came to mind was that of an old steam locomotive—those long side rods driving the wheels, everything gliding effortlessly along the rails.

I imagined my fists slightly clenched, synchronizing with the motion of my hips—almost acting as an astute symphony conductor.

Meanwhile, all the true force was originating from my hamstrings and glutes. Respiration became the fuel—like steam billowing from the top of the engine.

As I leaned into that image and embodied it, it made a noticeable difference. It helped me fully dial in my form. This is the image I’ll carry with me moving forward: this steampunk locomotive as a metaphor for powerful, fluid, meditative running.