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	<title>Comments on: A note on a father&#8217;s day run</title>
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		<title>By: Anonymous</title>
		<link>http://hugoschwyzer.net/2007/06/17/a-note-on-a-fathers-day-run/#comment-70616</link>
		<dc:creator>Anonymous</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Jun 2007 16:06:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I'm sorry to hear about your father. It's good that your faith helps you in these circumstances. I'm a Christian and I thank God that my father is still alive. My father has not been there for me and never said Good Night but we must learn to love which is exactly what I'm trying to do - learning to forgive and love.  

It's great that running can help. I run but most of the time when I run my mind is very clouded and it makes my running harder and other times I have to be in constant aware of my surroundings. My head feels twice its size but then there are times when I wake up and nobody is outside and the day is beautiful (although I imagine the day looks better in Pasadena than in Southcentral) and everything just feels light.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m sorry to hear about your father. It&#8217;s good that your faith helps you in these circumstances. I&#8217;m a Christian and I thank God that my father is still alive. My father has not been there for me and never said Good Night but we must learn to love which is exactly what I&#8217;m trying to do - learning to forgive and love.  </p>
<p>It&#8217;s great that running can help. I run but most of the time when I run my mind is very clouded and it makes my running harder and other times I have to be in constant aware of my surroundings. My head feels twice its size but then there are times when I wake up and nobody is outside and the day is beautiful (although I imagine the day looks better in Pasadena than in Southcentral) and everything just feels light.</p>
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		<title>By: Jen</title>
		<link>http://hugoschwyzer.net/2007/06/17/a-note-on-a-fathers-day-run/#comment-69703</link>
		<dc:creator>Jen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2007 17:02:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>"Running, for me, isn’t really an escape from emotional pain; it is in my running that I draw closer to my own woundedness, my own grief — it is in endurance athletics that I find a kind of catharsis and healing that I find nowhere else, not even on my knees at the communion rail."

I can really relate to what you express here. After spending 2 years living in Bangkok to learn Thai, live in a slum community, and begin work with a Thai foundation in the area of community development, I felt deeply tired. And grieved about a good many things, both personal and otherwise - I just had this great and unexpressible sense of loss. And so while wrestling through that, I returned for a break in the US last October and decided to make a number of fairly significant lifestyle changes...one of which was a return to athletics after a nearly 15 year hiatus (that was much to my own detriment, I might add). Certainly the spiritual renewal I'm experiencing presently is holistic and a result of a good many things coming together through God's grace. But athletics have been key for me as well. As you express, they put me in touch with certain things in ways that nothing else can.

Thanks for the post.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Running, for me, isn’t really an escape from emotional pain; it is in my running that I draw closer to my own woundedness, my own grief — it is in endurance athletics that I find a kind of catharsis and healing that I find nowhere else, not even on my knees at the communion rail.&#8221;</p>
<p>I can really relate to what you express here. After spending 2 years living in Bangkok to learn Thai, live in a slum community, and begin work with a Thai foundation in the area of community development, I felt deeply tired. And grieved about a good many things, both personal and otherwise - I just had this great and unexpressible sense of loss. And so while wrestling through that, I returned for a break in the US last October and decided to make a number of fairly significant lifestyle changes&#8230;one of which was a return to athletics after a nearly 15 year hiatus (that was much to my own detriment, I might add). Certainly the spiritual renewal I&#8217;m experiencing presently is holistic and a result of a good many things coming together through God&#8217;s grace. But athletics have been key for me as well. As you express, they put me in touch with certain things in ways that nothing else can.</p>
<p>Thanks for the post.</p>
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