Speaking of races, triathlons, and contaminated Annapolis water, I was so relieved to read Charles Henderson’s article on how long distance running can be an important spiritual practice, because, here’s my confession: I can only meditate when I’m moving.

The time that I reserve each day to swim, bike, or run is my hour with God. I’m just one of those fidgety types that can’t sit still and soak in God’s presence in the lotus position. (It hurts, for one thing.) I do better when two or more of my limbs are active. My workout is usually the only personal time I have, too, without the “Mommy! David just hit me!” interruptions that can wreck practically any concentration in a second’s time.

To read Henderson’s article, click here.

He begins the piece with this:

“Having started running for physical exercise and a greater sense of well being at the age of 60, I now see that running is also a great way to meditate. It has become a regular part of my spiritual practice. I’ve even been tempted to enter a couple of races. And in these years as a runner, I have come to see why many of those engaged in spiritual practice have drawn an analogy between the journey of faith and long distance running.”