More than Rest

Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
    Yes, to the very end.
Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?
    From morn to night, my friend.

An excerpt from the poem Up-Hill by Christina Rossetti is apt to read on a rest day. Although ‘rest day’, for me, as it is probably for most amateur runners, Monday can be a flurry of morning meetings and a slight sensation of fog and tiredness from the usual Sunday adventures.

What did give me peace if not physical rest, is that the clouds from yesterday did blow over. Conversations, connections, meeting up and that all important factor of time took care of those knots.

A roadmap to physical training, I have. The journey for PBs and races. Other journeys – for me – don’t have the luxury of mentors or retreats in silence. As I read this interview with a monk, I wondered how these may yet be discovered.