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My thoughts were not on running, they were busy processing the details of a dreaded chore ahead. Instead of being in the moment – I was in some future torture chamber with no getaway.
Until I reached the 3.8 mile mark...there, along side the road, a large glass jar of cookies. A piece of paper taped on the front - > FREE COOKIES. I re-read the note and examined the cookies - speculating why?
Somehow this small act of generosity brought me spiraling back down to earth – and left me running on my own two feet.

‘Mindfulness helps us detach ourselves from outcomes.”

start to finish

tree cutters waiting for me to pass
a folded map in the ditch
jar of cookies…
curve of the road

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