I feel that coverage of this topic is long overdue since running has evolved into a nearly daily element of my life. Charged from a midnight run I am passionate to share my love with you. Before those of you who despise the very thought of running start sipping on the haterade let me preface by saying it is okay that you prefer the pace of vulnerable prey-it is not for everyone, just for those who want to survive. Only joking! ...kind of.
Running can be equated to many activities, such as one I recently discovered-mountaineering. Any great love comes with hardships and challenges as is the case with the afore mentioned. I may anticipate the event with dread, cursing moments as I drag myself through but also find myself often experiencing pure joy, ending in a heap of sweaty goodness, chest heaving, veins pulsing; so awake, alert, alive.
Running like sex is the best drug. Nothing can quite make you feel so good. You may find yourself sweaty, frustrated, tired, out of breath, but then you reach that spot and whoosh life is incredible and you-undefeatable.
Running is refreshing and stress-relieving with tendencies to turn life simplistic. Brief thoughts flit in and out of consciousness between focused, necessary breaths. Breath in. Breath out. Oh, what is that? Looks like puke. Breath in. Breath out. Creepy person by the bike rack? Nope, just smoking. Breath in. Breath out. Thump, thump, thump, thump-I like the sound of my feet on the wet pavement. Breath in. Breath out. I smells like worms...or dirt? Breath in. Breath out. Worm...worm...worm...ohhh, big worm...worm...oh no, got one... Breath in. Breath out. Man with his dog...oops, man with a short woman.
I do have more complex, and philosophical thoughts sometimes-I swear.
I have come to discover, as with many things of this nature, a bad run is better than no run at all. Don't worry about distance or time or technique or how those $75 Nike shorts display your quality runners ass; relax, breath in, breath out, and just run.
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