Michael Jordon used to speak of being "in the zone", the perfect game where superior performance came effortlessly, everything just clicked. On occasion I have those workouts where it can only be described as magical. Yesterday's was one of those. A 12-mile run through the woods in the rain, only the sound of the water falling from the trees, the route partially hidden by mist up ahead. Zen practitioners call it being "in the moment", when you're there and there's nothing else, and also "everything else". The senses are alive as you become part of the forest, you are your environment not separate from it. It's an experience that is difficult to put down in words, at least for me, but once you feel it you crave it's return.
Off to Turkey today; Istanbul, Antalya, and Side
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