Hard Run

Nothing makes a run better than when you have a lot of emotional garbage on your mind. Each thud, slap, thud, slap of your feet gets you further from whatever is making you unhappy or stressing you out. The more you think about it the harder you push yourself until you lungs feel like they are going to explode out of your chest in the ultimate protest against the strain. You stop, chest heaving with each breath, eyes watering and the blood pounding in your ears. You gasp for air and as your heart finally slows you realize your mind is calm. Your thinking is clear, and you are strong enough to take anything on. Each step you take in your cool down jog lets you feel the sheer power in your thighs as the muscles contract, the rhythm flows through your body in harmony with your surroundings. You can feel like a god among mortals, you can see the full spectrum of your life just off the horizon. People ask me why I run, the answer is so simple. These are the feelings I get from it, the better question is why DON"T you run? This is how I deal with sadness, this is how I express happiness, this is part of my soul. Man was meant to gallop across fields and run full tilt through the forest jumping ditches and dodging trees. Okay, not really, our bodies are not actually built for that as you can see by the sheer amount of knee injuries runners seem to fall victim to, but on days like today there is absolutely nothing that compares.