A taste of it
I get that now.
Tonight, on my run, I got a little hint of a true glorious feeling when I run.
It was just a moment, really. When I wasn’t looking at my watch, and I wasn’t looking at my company, or even really listening to them. I wasn’t fiddling with my hat, and I wasn’t staring at my feet wishing the interval was over.
I was looking at the horizon, and for a moment, I felt taller and stronger. And capable and truly proud to be out there.
Does that sound funny to you? Are you wondering why I pursue this if I am not rewarded by that great feeling all of the time?
I thought it was just me. I thought that because I wasn’t “naturally born” (whatever that means?!?) into running, that I wasn’t going to experience that feeling. I thought that feeling was for a more elite athlete.
But nope. I felt it. Unmistakenly so.
And tonight, I really fell in love with it.