"We live under the power of Modern Consciousness, which means that we are obsessed with progress. Wherever you are is not good enough. We always want to achieve something, rather than experience something. The opposite of this is Spiritual Consciousness. By that I mean you find enchantment in every action you do, rather in just the results of your action. Spiritual Consciousness is not a particular religion but a way of being." Satish Kumar
Bear Peak - view from Sobo
Ferns (4 laps of 1.4 miles - 1,700ft per lap)
Lap 1 - Fine tip brush. The image of a painter comes to mind. My movements are fluid, poppy, zealous, precise. Each step feels comfortable, unforced. My breathing settles in and accompanies the grade. I feel a sense of boundless energy, no tripping or fumbling, I’m surprised to reach the top so quickly.
Lap 2 - Varnish brush. The temperature has risen and the tricky footing on the descent doesn’t allow me to relax as much as I’d like. My quads are slightly touched but I don’t miss a beat on the turn around. The rhythm is still there but past half way I’m thinking of the top. I try not to think but end up thinking of not thinking. I emerge out of the trees greeted by a swarm of gnats that stick to my sweaty body and a group of women that clap and cheer as I power up the final few feet.
Lap 3 - Reconsider the painting. An odd sense of calm takes over me on the way back down to the start of lap 3. I can hear and see people around me but they seem as if they are not there. I’m obviously dehydrated and by the time I reach the turn around I’m losing it a little. Lap 4 will be slow.
Lap 4 - Roller brush. Any desire or ability to run is gone. I’m hot, my mouth is dry and I’m hungry. Each step feels as if it’s in slow motion. The slightest unevenness in the ground irritates and demoralizes me. I stop on the summit for the first time. Burnt. “Sometimes I sits and think, sometimes I just sits.”unknown
Lap 1 - Hot, tired after the bucket lifting, mid-day. Not the best way to start a run. I settle for a hard hike trying to better manage my effort compared to yesterday. Lunch sits heavy on my stomach but I’m surprised to find that I have a spring in my step. Easy moving, I feel in control.
Lap 2 - I left a bottle of spring water at the bottom of the climb and by the time I get to it it’s a hot, bubbly and the taste of sulfur is only mildly appealing at this point. A cool breeze catches my wet shirt and provides temporary relief from the heat. I’m neither comfortable nor hurting. I’m just there, going up and down the stairs.
Lap 3 - A body builder guy informs me on the way down that the women with him are impressed with what I’m doing and are going to slap me on the ass when I go by. By the time I reach them they choose to high five me instead. I think the crusty salt and overall sweaty mess I’m in is less enticing up close.
Lap 4 - Acceptance. I’m just getting it done at this point. I’m pretty much in the same state as yesterday. Dry cotton mouth, jello legs, slipping and tripping. Not a whole lot left but a desire to finish what I’ve started. I don’t feel zen or in the moment - just tired and over it. I finish the “run” down Ruxton avenue into town where Tony picks me up, sunburned from his day ferrying buckets in the Garden