I’m not a runner, I just jog a lot.
And since the stay-at-home orders landed, I’ve jogged every day.
Pre pandemic, I’d go out maybe 3 times a week, about 3 or 4 miles per run.
Lately it’s been 6-8 miles a day, and the past 3 weekends have included a “long” run of 11 miles.
I’m telling you this because it’s crazy.
I’m not a runner.
In the past month, I’ve missed 4 days. 2 for a hip injury and 2 for weather. And those days, I was moody and irritable.
I’ve become obsessed.
But what I’m really obsessed with is breathing.
I love the way it feels to fully fill my lungs with oxygen. To feel them expand. To hold. To exhale. I love the way it feels to have these bellows power me up a steep hill, and I love the exhilaration of exhalation on a downhill.
Filling my lungs with air relieves a little bit of my fear of this virus, because my lungs feel healthy and strong.
And so, I made this locket, etched with the apt words of d. antoinette foy:
“Breathe deeply, until sweet air extinguishes the burn of fear in your lungs and every breath is a beautiful refusal to become anything less than infinite.”
Etched brass soldered to sterling silver. 3 little flowers bloom from the trachea.