One of my favorite poems by Emily Dickinson, “I like to see it lap the Miles,” captures what I feel about long-distance running as a dual means of grounding and detaching from our perceived limits of the body. The poem itself was about a train. The way --
-- you’re being kind.
“Oh he’s awake,” a second maid said with a giggle, “already meeting his mistress I hear.”
“You hear?” The castle buzzed with gossip. About the king, the queen, and the Knights of the Guard. I took in the details though with a grain --