I love the feeling I have after a run. I feel as if I can sit here comfortably all day and do nothing. Like everything is right in the world and there is no pressing reason for me to do anything. I feel like I've been challenged and rose to the occasion.
There were some amazing views from the top of the mountain. I saw San Francisco completely blanketed by fog with only the Sutro Towers poking out. I saw trees and flowers, lizards and birds. I felt the hot sun beating down on me, and cold in the shade. I danced on the downhills avoiding rock outcrops and low hanging branches. I felt the tightness in my legs as I got dehydrated, the soreness of my toes from running the rocky trail, the burn of hard effort as the trail tipped upward, and the refreshment as I stopped at a water fountain and drank deeply. Now I mostly just feel relaxed.
Some people think I'm crazy because of the goals I have, the workouts I do, but I just love the feeling that comes when I finish a run.
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One thing I must do now. Eat! Eat a lot! and then eat again in a few hours.
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