Running, I think, is my favourite way to pay attention. Sometimes it is difficult. Sometimes the muscles in my legs complain. But I keep going. Eventually, the discomfort eases. I find a rhythm, a pace which allows me to see. I like to run on the bookends of the day. I have tried it in the middle, but even in winter I find the light, and warmth, too harsh.  I relish it best in the morning,...