It may not be what most people ponder during a workout, but when I’m running down the trail near my house, the familiar Irish travel blessing sometimes comes to mind.
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
For some reason, these words usually enter my thoughts when the wind is not at my back—when it feels like I am running directly into gale-force gusts.
