Wednesday, February 22, 2012

A State of Perfection

Its like your legs itch and you physically will not feel ok until you go on that run. If you don't then you might just explode. I got back to my tiny abode and literally dropped everything changed into my running clothes and went. No other thought about how long I would be gone or where I was planning on running. Nothing just the pure need to feel my body moving and accomplishing something physical.

Used to when I'd get these burning drives to run it would be to run hills or mountain trails the type of run that makes your legs burn for days. Now I would pay to be able to run places like that.

But here in the city its a different type of running. You can run in the parks or you can run through the city itself. Through the people the cars and the stoplights. This run is a different type of intense. Your constantly dodging obstacles and forced to acknowledge your surroundings. There is no zoning out. Rather you merge with it all. You begin to race the traffic, you can feel your heart beating with the city. The energy of this place sucks you in and forces you to adapt to it and run with it. You reach this state of absolute physical perfection.

I run here and its the same as running the most intense mountain trail. Its the kind of running where you feel the need to push yourself to the brink of it all. You push towards the pain rather than back away from it. You invite it. Challenge it. Then you reach it.

You come to that point where it hurts so badly you want to stop and cry but instead you push harder. Just to see if you can you run through it. Just to test your body's ability. You win and you move into that place where you could run forever if you wanted to. You could just keep going until you pass out or reach forever. That moment when you get there is better than...life itself. All you are is that movement, that consistent breathing, and the steady beating of your heart. You are nothing else but this flawless being moving through space. Time becomes irrelevant it doesn't matter anymore all that matters is that you keep going.

All that bothered you melts away there is nothing more important than running. You don't worry about what you look like, or what people think, or what people said, or what may happen tomorrow or even in the next hour. This is why I run. I run hoping to reach that state of perfection that could never be reached  in a gym.

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