Oh. My. God… in Heaven, Thou art all things beautiful and good and magnificent. It’s a perfect world.
This morning I was born again as I made my way through miles and miles of my countryside Runner’s Church. No sermon given by a human voice could ever describe the beauty. No Bible verse could teach me more about the grace of the Universe. No hymn would sound powerful enough to move me the way my church can.
Every step brings a praise, a worship, a confession. I don’t need to take communion to unite with the body of Life that surrounds me. I am one with it. I am the Earth, the Earth is me… it sends its energy up through my feet and legs and straight into my soul. And the trees, and the birds, and the brilliant sun… we are Life.
Just like the hanky-waving old women of my youth, I was periodically compelled by the Spirit to throw open my arms and smile to the sky while I let Life fill me up with ridiculous joy beyond measure. My lungs are healing. I feel it.
And it was good. It was very, very good.
I listened to Journey and Bon Jovi and Demi Lovato sing about Love. I craved baked ziti made by my own hand as I passed the Cream Ridge Winery – still can’t figure that one out. I took my time, I kept my pace, and I loved, loved, loved this run.
I felt some mild cramps near the end that I thought might be a result of my gel consumption, but when I got home I discovered the real culprit. Forget the “bring-home-the-bacon-fry-it-up-in-a-pan” bullshit. I ran 14 miles, got my period, and then knocked out 3 more. I’m fucking invincible.