The Feeling of AliveI haven't posted anything of any substance in awhile.
And I don't really have anything to say except Ive run 3 times in the last 2 days.
Here's something I posted on facebook awhile back, and I enjoy it.
It’s the feeling you get when you’re running up another hill, you’re 4th in the 2km’s you’ve done so far. It’s the lactic acid building up, you’re lungs feeling more on fire with every breath you take. It’s your calf cramping up, the stitch under your liver, the unquenchable thirst. Your legs are lead, and you feel like you can barely lift them. Dodging the people in the park and on the streets is exhausting, and surely adds km’s to your run. Everything tells you to stop, begs you to stop.
But you keep pressing forward. You put up with the lactic acid, the fire in your lungs, the calf cramps and the stitch under your liver.
And then something changes. You can’t feel the lactic acid, or the burning lungs or the side stitch. You know it’s there but you chose to let it be. You’re legs instantly feel lighter, like you’re walking on air. The people you are dodging become a blur and you do it effortlessly. Instead of being aware of the pain, you push that out of your mind. Instead you feel the crisp breeze. You feel the warmth of the sun on your face. You listen to the birds, the stream, the laughter of the people enjoying the village. You forget all everything you were worried about before, and are present to the things you are grateful for. For family, friends, fresh air, good health. You are present to your own strength—in running and in life.
And that, that’s the feeling of alive.