My husband used to talk about how, when he'd play basketball, he'd go into a zen state—empty mind, nothingness. Kind of like what I imagine the fabled runner's high must feel like.
"I can't get out of my head when I exercise," I'd say. I would always think about the pain, the itchiness of the sweat, and how hot I was.
Until I started kickboxing (of all things) to Prince.
When I kick and punch (I am so not confrontational, it's really strange to be saying that) I am all body and rhythm, and the music makes it a transcendent experience. It hurts but I feel stronger and I don't notice.
I can fall out of this state and this practice , and it starts to become pain again. But when I return to the point where I don't think—kicks, body, rhythm—I get back to transcendence again.
Anyone can find this. I'm not special. I just decided that I would.
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