Some of my most cherished experiences while traveling occur before the day begins. There is no itinerary, very little planning, no sense of needing to achieve or obtain a certain goal or even a sense of obligation. There is just me, my running shoes, unexplored terrain and the urge…to jog.
This is not running. This is sensual, lungs breathing, jogging. I cannot rest from travel. As if my being, my sole purpose is to explore, and ramble, and see what there is to see and breathe in the buildings, the colors, the fellow morning lurkers, to feel the day break open as a yolk enriching the moving earth, the centered heaven. To bathe in mornings stars until I tire. Slowly, unfolding, my heart in anticipated consummation. A happy, tired expansion.
Morning #1 Rovinj
Morning #2 Motovun
Night Jog #3 (did yoga instead of running…on the front porch in Plitvice Lakes) Bad picture, but AWESOME 15 minute chest pounding sprint
Morning #4 Split, Croatia
Morning #5 Solta
Morning #6…I ended the trip with a slow walk along the coast (I was TIRED after 4 hours of sleep!)
Where will I be jogging this weekend? (SPAIN! Of course!)