i am honestly at a lost of words how people can manage to run miles at a time when i barely even manage to run for 20 minutes. I am not saying that i am not physically able to run, but I would much rather run and play basketball for hours on end then run for a measly 20 minutes. Someone please enlighten me on this “runner’s high" D:
Run, Adventure, Explore Answer:
First, I am not the lorax, I do not speak for all runners. But I can speak for my runner’s high:
They say when you’re running, you’re flying. The total length of time your feet touch the pavement is less than when they are both in the air.
When I’m running, my soul grows wings. It is a simple, fierce action in which I am alive. Each footstep is a strike against the pavement, a strike against my anxiety, a sword’s plunge into my depression. When I lace up my shoes, I am in total control.
For a mile or ten, no one can tell me what to do. Words are mere ghosts, whispers nipping at my heels. The only goals and expectations that exist are my own.
Life moves fast. But when you’re running, you’re faster.
It’s a race between me and Father Time. He knocks his scepter against the clock with my steps. I am chasing youth and with each knock of the clock, a lifetime falls.
When I lace up, it’s a dance. A waltz between me and the sun. A loving warmth, a cosmic embrace. It’s a rain dance in which vitality and zeal fall from the sky and bathe me with beautiful intentions. It is an upbeat tune, my heart racing and keeping time.
Some say running makes you feel like a bird, free and boundless. Some say it makes you feel like a ferocious feline, nimble and deadly.
But running makes me feel human.
So unapologetically and completely human.
And in that mile or ten, I feel limitless and free. But most of all…
I feel alive.