Running has become something of a prayer for me. I know I'm not alone. Others have made that spiritual connection between running and God before me. But it's new for me. Running is new for me. Or at least new again. Twenty years ago-in what seems like another life-I ran. But it's different now. I'm older. I'm slower. But I'm also more thoughtful.

As I run, my mind seems to chase down trails of thought. Often without direction. Sometimes on carefully guided paths. But always with a free reign. Sometimes there's one thought. Other times there are many. Sometimes, near the end of the run, they become connected-almost like it's taken all this time to disconnect myself (my prejudices and preconceived notions) in order to see just how they fit together.

What I'd like to do is record (maybe even remember) some of these thoughts... Some of these connections. Like many of the thoughts on my runs, I'm not sure where this will take me. But destinations aren't nearly as important as the journey. I suppose I'm really not after "getting somewhere" as much as I am about opening up to the journey and the discovery that waits along the way.

I've picked the name "On the Run" for my first Blog because that's what it's about-those thoughts that meet me on the trail as I run... those prayers that become for me bread and life... those spiritual encounters I have... on the run.