Dread and unwillingness. Suffering will come.
Anticipation of the reward.
Blood pumps around. Face heats up.
Breath quickens. Legs protest.
That was slow.
Sweat drips. Cars rush by.
Heart beats in ears.
Find the rhythm. Enter the bush. Senses alive.
Stop and marvel.
Calming surrounds of nature. Breathe.
Resume with vigor.
Slower again. Worth it.
Spiderwebs crossing the path, lizards scuttling away.
Flies buzzing curiously, cicadas overpowering all sounds.
Time doesn’t matter.
Lungs fill with air. Leave the bush.
Dogs barking hello.
Crunching of feet on footpath.
Sun burning. The hill challenges.
Almost back. Could do more.
Breath: intens, blood: warm, heart: loud, feeling: alive.
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This was different than what I usually post, I hope you’ll forgive my little experimenting. I was running the other day, and these things popped up in my head, so I decided to write them down. I’m not a good runner and don’t do it nearly as much as I’d like. Because of that, every time before I start, I don’t really want to. I know how much it will hurt the first k’s (or mile). But then I remind myself of the reward I’ll get at the end, the blissful feeling of all the happy hormones, and the satisfaction with myself for having done it.