There's always the expression that it never get's any easier. After my experience today I have to say that it sometimes does get easier. I ran once last week, waking up early in hopes of refurbishing my old talent after a summer of idle movement and the passing recovery of a recent minor surgery. This didn't seem to work out however, I was barely able to move faster than the pace of a pregnant cow and half way through I had to use the facilities in the most intense way possible (A rear exit).
Therefore, when I laced up the shoes today, I was expecting a similiar outcome, so I made the point that today, I was going to do just to a quick run to make the attempts at getting back into the swing of things. So is the original score from the movie Rudy in my head I set out on my run. But this time, something wonderous happened, I felt amazing. Each stride I took along the pavement was stronger than the next and I was beginning to feel as if I was running on air.
I checked my pulse to make sure I wasn't dead and continued running to this glorious feeling. I then reached the road I was going to turn down to make this a shorter run. There was no thought in the matter, I kept going straight. Running in the city leaves you several opportunities to cut the run short, thanks to its square grid structure, but not one of these roads seemed appealing to me. This feeling was too great to leave to a shorter run. I then joined in with a route I used to take as an in shape freshman just starting my college career, and now as a lowly senior entering the real world, it's good to know that there are still going to be days that will be good, for no particular reason at all. I stopped running at my off-campus house, and went inside, optimistic about the next few moments of my life.
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