"I howled at the moon with friends
And then the sun came crashing in
But all the possibilities
No limits just epiphanies
I knew this was going to be a "put your head down" kind of race. So I did. For about 22 miles my eyes discerned only the ground. My view? Irksome sand, jagged rock and wearisome feet. I drudged through the monotony. I was getting it done.
Around mile 22 I was forced to slow down for a sharp turn on a cliff. The trees opened and I was blessed with the most amazing view of blue skies over calm lake waters. I stopped running and looked up; and as I drank in the view my race changed. I relaxed in the surrounding beauty as awareness unfolded in the energy of the sun, the whisper of a breeze and the spirit of a deer.
I find myself too often in life "putting my head down and just getting it done," and frankly the muscles in my neck are tired of the strain. I bet if I pick my head up and look towards the sun- it will still be shining as though I never looked away.