In the moment

Once when I was about 12 years old I had this weird experience, well not weird but really hard to define. I was running through a path in the bush, dodging tree branches and jumping over logs and tree roots and just feeling like I could jump as high as the treetops and run as long as I wanted to without ever getting tired. After I stopped running I went and got a drink of water and had this moment where I think I fully appreciated how amazing it was that my body was like a machine in the way that all the parts worked together and was capable of doing all of these things, like carry me through the bush on a path full of obstacles. I am not really doing this moment justice, it's really hard to explain, but I think it was the first time I remember feeling so alive and young and healthy. I'm sure everyone has had experiences where you are almost outside yourself when you execute a technique perfectly or throw that amazing side kick that just feels so effortless and you think wow! It was kind of like that. This summer I have had more and more times when I have these moments. And just now writing this blog entry I think I've realized why. (hey, journaling is good) I am living in the moment so much more than I ever have been. I think it goes where am I? what am I doing?. Might sound familiar to a few people. I have learned how to focus on what I am doing right now and it has made me appreciate the smallest things, and to recognize them for the gift that they are.