James Radcliffe has a theory about what is often referred to as the runner’s high: “that this waste product builds up over time, an accumulated detritus that collects in our bodies and spirits like sludge on a river – unless we process it in some way.”
I think this is insightful poetic imagery and exactly how I feel even from power walking. Thank you, James, for translating this euphoria into words. Your theory makes perfect sense to me.
P.S. I think you should submit this to a fitness magazine as it is more motivational than articles about the physical benefits of exercise. It is so much more than that.
I do my best to move everyday. To do something that wakes the meat of the body and makes my heart beat a little faster. Running is a favorite of mine. When I go I keep it very simple – I just grab my keys, lace up my shoes and head out the door. While I am running I do my best to stay present. That’s it – my entire process in a nutshell. But even so, during the run there are still many times I find myself completely lost in thought. When I realize this, I bring myself back to the moment as swiftly as I can; I look up…
…and find that I am flying.
The pavement is being pulled forward somehow; a grey ribbon of tarmac flowing beneath my body under a sky so blue it almost hurts to look at. I hear the rhythm of my…
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