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the zen of the treadmill
Jun. 22nd, 2010 21:16or, meditation at 150 bpm.
Something happens around the time my heartrate hits 150 that makes thought flow. Somewhere after 'Do I really have to be here' and before 'I'm going to die now', some restraining force in my head starts to break down and I can think. But not in an organized logical way. It wanders around. And typically goes places I hadn't intended to be while working out. (If the guy on the next treadmill only knew.) So thoughts and feelings that I had been ignoring or just plain didn't know were come floating to the surface and I have an odd detached place to work on them for awhile. Then with any luck I can solidify a few right after and not lose all the work I just did. Sometimes.
Something happens around the time my heartrate hits 150 that makes thought flow. Somewhere after 'Do I really have to be here' and before 'I'm going to die now', some restraining force in my head starts to break down and I can think. But not in an organized logical way. It wanders around. And typically goes places I hadn't intended to be while working out. (If the guy on the next treadmill only knew.) So thoughts and feelings that I had been ignoring or just plain didn't know were come floating to the surface and I have an odd detached place to work on them for awhile. Then with any luck I can solidify a few right after and not lose all the work I just did. Sometimes.
