Thich Nhat Hanh introduced the notion of the "walking meditation" to the West. My Peace Trot was a variation on a running meditation, in which steady-state, weight-bearing cardio exercise of the body induces an effort to feel, as close to literally as possible, the baggage of stray, anxious, unhelpful cognitions, and discard them along the roadside as the feet keep moving. It was only my third or fourth time running this year, so the going was a bit arduous, and the mental chatter came thick as the humid air. But to keep going, three steps to each inhale, three steps to each exhale, fed by Brooktondale's greenery and wafts of pungent honeysuckle--cumulatively, this might be fairly close to what inner peace, for me at least, looks like on the move. And all the while, Ravel's Bolero played in my head.