I can't even begin to describe how good yesterday's run was.
The weather was perfect. I felt so good. So freaking good. My breathing was controlled and rhythmic. All I could hear was my feet hitting the pavement and the wind in the trees.
My neighbor Sid was on his garden tractor, mowing the lawn. I waved, as I always do. He smiled as he waved back ... and then did a little pantomime of breathless runner, tongue hanging out, gasping for air, as he always does. I laughed and kept going.
I climbed hills and they didn't seem to be a very big deal. I kept my shoulders back and my arms loose. I noticed the Queen Anne's Lace in bloom.
It felt like old times. I didn't struggle. I didn't feel heavy and weighted down.
It was fun. It was all of the things I love about running.
I just flat out, absolutely, without a doubt love running.
It makes me feel free. And powerful. And strong. I am the best version of me when I am in that place.
Please, dear God, let me continue.
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