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Kick it!

I kick major ass. I just have to say.

I ran today. I ran a lot. And then something priceless and extraordinary happened.

It went like this:

I ran a lot, I ran my goal. I made my goal, and it was time to rest (and I could finally stop barking into my own inner ear, "You can rest when you're dead, soldier!") - and time to put hands on thighs and slow to a walk and pant and wipe the sweat from my brow, exhilirated and pumped and a little more proud than is humble at having reached my goal.

It was time for that, but I didn't stop and do all that. I just kept going. And going. And going. And all of the sudden I was just running because I love it. No more pushing myself. No more watch checking. No more second counting and convincing and enduring and triumphing.

Just running.

I found the fabled 'zone.' Hot damn!

M

Comments

RichardKS said…
next stop, endorphin orgasm.
11:53 am
mayim said…
Rilly?
10:32 pm
z said…
Now you've got this Flock of Seagulls song playing in my head. I like it, though.
1:02 am
mayim said…
Ha, ha!
10:00 am
Kristiana said…
Ohhhh Congratulations!! I am so happy for you! It is just something you dont get till you get it. I love running and I am glad you do too.
4:42 pm
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