make the world a better place." I love running to this song by Vitamin C. But the other day, when temperatures reached 90 and the humidity was thick I tried a simple experiment. Rocking out to Italian hip hop, I was still struggling, my legs were heavy and I was not a happy camper. But I started to smile as I was climbing a hill, a shit-eating grin, and probably looked a little strange, but that smile was enough to shift my attitude and I kicked asphalt. I started to smile widely as I prepared for a sprint. The heat no longer affected me. It was magic, but it was just a smile.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
|I look a wee bit pained!|
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
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Saturday, January 28, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
I had been sick for two weeks, two weeks without running and the first few days back were difficult. But it was this day, as I crested a small hill in southwest Massachusetts, near the Connecticut border, that I remembered why I ran. The air filled my lungs and the road spread out before me. The steady rhythm of my footfalls lured me into a meditative state and the music kept me going.
I was back, I was running, I was alive.