Running as a metaphor...yet again.

Had a great jog this morning, felt relatively pain-free, fit and strong. As I was pounding along my beautiful beach I thought about breathing. Inspiration and expiration. Expiration can also mean death, so got to thinking about breathing as life and death. I control my breathing when I jog to a 6 pace rhythm. Breath in pace pace breath out pace pace. So I started thinking live _ _ die _ _ . The really interesting thing was that the "live" seemed to want to naturally pop into my head on expiration, which I was associating with death. Seems very appropriate given the lessens I have learned in my life especially recently about how some things need to die to allow for new life to grow. Life through death a never ending cycle.