Few birds can soar like a bald eagle. They dive for fish at 120 kilometres per hour. They are large, majestic, powerful, and fast.
And few runners can achieve that elite status of quickness, power, and success.
But my running this year has taken off, my run rhythm has taken flight. I feel at times as though my run has soared to a new height.
Finding that feeling of cruising above the earth and not grinding along atop it can be as elusive as the bald eagle, but it is more rewarding. It’s magic.