Running until I stop thinking
When I walk, my mind wanders. I try to focus on my steps, but they don’t hold my attention.
I went to a shoe store once and the salesman analyzed my gait. I don’t remember exactly what he said. I think it was something about shortening my stride. There was probably an expensive shoe that would help me to shorten my stride.
This is a good example—the shoe salesman—of the thoughts that creep into my mind and distract me from focusing on my steps.
When I can’t stop my thoughts, I run. I run until my lungs burn and my muscles ache. And then, I can focus.