It’s almost like what I would imagine a religious experience
to be. It is a sudden rush of release,
of what I don’t know, followed by a flush of new endorphin's that make me feel
like I could run forever, up any hill, through any wall. I’ll share that I am sometimes moved to tears
as I run – me a mid 50’s guy who thinks that he doesn't stink and is bullet
proof (my injuries clearly prove that I’m not, and yes I do stink).
It wells up on me at different moments, and at different
levels of exertion, and it doesn’t happen on every run. It is so unpredictable, but is something that
I am constantly chasing and hoping that will happen. And as it starts to happen I almost always
say “here it comes….”
It’s the physical effort.
It’s the mental tenacity to continue.
And it is a great feeling
- so good. It is awesome.
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