Puts me into an idyllic rapture.

I biked 44 miles today. Following the same one- and two-mile routes. Over and over.  I find comfort. In repetition. But when I exercise, whether it be biking or walking or jogging or running, there’s a rhythm to it all. Maybe it’s my way of dancing. My mind may be preoccupied with all kinds of thoughts. At the same time that my body works like a perfectly tuned engine.  Running on its own. Allows my mind to function unencumbered. Makes me wonder. Is it imagined or real? This clear divide. A separation of my mind/spirit from my physical being. Puts me into an idyllic rapture. –Jim Broede