i came home in a terrible mood. tired, cross, frustrated, not in the slightest mood to go running.

but i laced up my trainers, on autopilot and headed out. leaden legs, huffing and puffing. the skies threatened above, and it was getting dark already.

and then somewhere around 4 miles in, it happened. this song came on the ipod. the streetlights began to glow, the clouds became gently lit from below by the setting sun. a fresh breeze cooled my face, lifted my feet… and it felt like flying. pure energy in motion, electricity cycling through my veins, my lungs and legs speeding ahead completely of their own accord, carrying me along for the ride, faster and faster, as if they couldn’t go fast enough.

there are moments in one’s running when for a brief, blinding moment, you lose your separateness, your consciousness of self, and just become a kind of transcendental physical expression of joy. it lifts you up in a way no religion or drug can, wholly generated within your corporeal being.

bliss.

if only running always felt like that.

how i became the bomb – killing machine

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