It's amazing after years of being an off and on runner, how amazing running is. How alive it makes you feel, your breath, your legs, your motions, your feet, your arms, your lungs they all have to work together. The human body is amazing...and the pain the slow burn, the sharp stings, and the wind ripping your breath from your lungs even before it enters your mouth....the wind against my face, the tightening of the abdomen as it is searches for more air......the hurt....the smell I'm human and I'm alive....
The lake tonight made me think of knives....
The lake is the storm and the wind its fuel, The wind summons the runner, and the runner uses the wind to race the storm, and in that instant, at the very edge of the world arms stretched wide..the knives lick at the runners feet, and the storm swirls, white, caps, falls, flows...and as the wind tells the runner..."move" the runner believes if even for a moment that she ran hard enough, swift enough...she could ride the wind home.
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