While I am doing yoga, I am in a whole different world.
I am out of my mind. Literally.
While I am running, I am also in a whole different world, but I am totally IN my mind and all I want to do is escape it.
In the yoga practice, I explore the interior space of my body with my mind. It sounds something like this:
Breathe, Kath. In. Out. Okay, There’s a dead space right there …under my left ribs. Let’s see if I can pull a line of energy into that space. (Stretch). Oooh. Wow. That’s tight. Can I breathe into that tightness? Relax into it? Dive into it? Ahhh.. right…theere… Ummm. And now, what’s that? What just released in my hip?? Hmmmm… Can I feel that? Can I move in such a way as to let that reveal itself?
When I run, either on the treadmill like I did today, or outside like I did yesterday, I am either obsessed with numbers, time or body malfunctions: How many minutes was that? How much longer until I get to the walking part? When will this be over? How come my hamstrings are tightening up? Was is something I ate? Am I hydrated enough? How much longer? Can I just get through this next rash of commercials? Can I make it up this next little rise?
In other words, I am constantly planning my escape. I am always calculating the time left. I am hoping this is because I am a newbie runner. I am hoping I will eventually find something to engage me, some way IN to running.
But right now, all the doors are locked tight.
Locked as tight as my hammies.