Am proud to say I've actually taken on the cliché New Year's Resolution of more exercise and, to this point, kept it...I've taken up running again--I did a LOT of it in college and am pledging to do it three times a week now--and had forgotten how much I missed the "runner's high." With the exception of last week (only two times), I've actually stayed on top of it.
When I run, I have an incredible feeling of stewardship going; I know I'm (finally!) taking care of the body Christ gave me and wants to redeem...and here I am cooperating with Him, by His mercy. I don't say this often, but I think I literally feel the presence of God more strongly when I run than at any other time, save the times when I approach the chalice during Liturgy, and then directly after communing when I return to the choir to sing, "We have seen the true Light / We have received the heavenly Spirit / We have found the true Faith / Worshipping the undivided Trinity / Who has saved us." The actual act of communion is strangely dreamlike; it never seems really "real" (though is it sad that I judge "reality" by feelings?)...I guess approaching passionless Love and partaking of Him will do that to a person...
Still...it's nice to run through the dusk of a cool winter night and sense the One who put it there.
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