I used to ride and now I run. And what I learned from those days on a bike was the value of form. Form gets you up climbs, reduces the pain and the doubt and focusses the mind. And so it is with running.
And when I run I think about, well… nothing. Except form. The soundtrack of my breath. Watching, feeling the surface underneath my feet. A level chin, torso held straight. Lowering that forever-tensing left shoulder. The rhythm of my arms. Thumbs resting softly on lightly curled fingers. Shortening my stride pattern. Landing quietly, predictably.
I am listening and adjusting, refining, repeating: learning. Stillness, motion and nothingness. These are my only true moments of solitude.