No Cooper River Bridge Run for me this year. Something different is pulling. Now training for it, just after my daily run, I am also cleaning up the roads around here. Never do only one thing at a time. This also helps my blood pressure and bone mass. What’s not to love?
A friend gave me a book about hiking the Appalachian Trail. Wish I’d read something like it forty years ago.
Jennifer Pharr Davis has written a simple story of finding self, uniting with the natural world, and therefore overcoming self. Man, the self requires hard work! Inspired.
Weaving through my art education is pattern. Pattern or repetition of an action or a shape allows one to focus on that thing, and not on “self”. Pattern is predictable, repetitive, understandable. You are in it, like a monkey swinging from tree to tree. Ask a weaver about the power of the beater bar. Like a heartbeat, it is. Running is this way for me. Repeat the steps, lose yourself, gain enlightenment.
So it seems to me that hiking would be like running, but instead of eliminating the self, the self is trying to merge with all the variety of nature encountered. To be part of something bigger, where self holds only a little status.
Living in the South, I can stumble over to the AT fairly quickly and hike for a couple of days. Too old to think about the entire 2180 miles, two days with a nice hotel in between sounds good to me.
So I am running my four miles, and then walking/hiking down in the ditches on either side of the nearby two-lane. Hoping that this will strengthen other muscles in my legs and back. Below is today’s bounty of trash!