Saturday, August 30, 2014

8 Miles of Freedom

God damn it...some days are just your day. 

Like...really...your day.

In anticipation of a busy morning, I woke up at 4:30am to get out the door and run 8 miles.  I wanted to get the majority of it done before the sun was in full swing and the world was awake.

I revised my play list and promised myself that through the music and my breath, I would push myself and work hard.

And, I did.

This was first up on my list...

And then, as I rounded the bend and scared myself by seeing my own shadow...I know, cliche' as shit...but has that happened to you at 5 in the morning in the dark at a public park?  You'd scream too which is why this song was perfect next...

And just as I was getting my stride and climbing hill after hill, I turned onto my path, crossed over the bridge and the sun started to peek and I felt the stress, the anxiety, the anticipation of a busy last week, and all of my worry dissipate and it was well...beautiful...

And then, the bitch hill came...the mother of all mother fuckers and instantly, I thought, bring it...

And she came on...

And then, no lie...I beamed smiles at everyone I saw along the path and's going to be a good day.  No, it's going to be a glorious day.

This is what it feels like to be of all that weighs us down.

Here's to 8-miles of freedom.

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