Time, time

For the first time in perhaps 15 years, I ran as much as 6.42 km. Why so accurate? Because we ran 3 rounds of the 2.14 km jogging course in Komazawa park. It took 40 minutes and pain in the calf. I overtook about 10 runners and was overtaken by...uncountable number of young and old and men and women. It is fine. Time is not an issue for me.
Without our knowing, it has become a comfortable season to run. I get breathless all the same but it is not like running in the heat of summer.
Running is very much like meditation. As long as I think about the relief from the pain of running like "how refreshing it will be when I complete this run", running feels remote and cold. But when I, if rarely, succeed in identifying myself with the running itself, running becomes familiar and I feel like I am just a running object placed in the surroundings. That is the moment when I forget about the time and I feel like running forever without any pain. Any attempt of getting out of the reality may be related to the concept of "time".