I had one of those runs yesterday that starts out like a breeze. You know the ones. Where you think, “Man! I feel bloody great!”
I set out to do a quick and simple 4 or 5k as it was getting quite late and I wanted to fit in a run before the rain arrived. I had no intentions of pushing myself to any length or any particular time. I just wanted to squeeze in some exercise before shutting down for the night.
And then I felt great right from the first few strides.
My little flat 4k seedling sprouted. I had more energy to feed it and it grew. I turned up a street that heads out of town with a long uphill grade and was atop it easy. The run bloomed as I kept on and kept feeling a little extra light in my lungs. I came back into town via yet another hill and tackled it with a stair-like climbing stride.
Before I knew it, I was home, I had done twice the mileage I had intended, I hit two quality hills, and I felt fresh as daisies at the end.
If only I could somehow replicate that every single time. Plant that steroidal seed that just wants to burst out and reach for the sun each run.
It was and still feels like pure #runhappiness.