Friday, April 6

A desperately needed catharsis

It was like gazing at one of those 3D pictures popular in the early 90s, the more concerted your efforts the less you were rewarded. After a frustrating day, on the heal of a handful of easier, short jaunts, I was delighted to have left the world behind, heading out along Brighton and the Centennial Trail for a longer run.

After slowly building, I was surprised at how smooth and effortless my stride was. I could hear the methodic clip of my feet, a steady metronome.

Click, click, click, click…

Passing the Oak Bay Marina I pushed the pace, the heart working with more force, the blood circulating with purpose. My shoulders were relaxed, the elbows low and just like that I saw the image within the picture. For the next 40’ I was acutely unaware of how great I felt, not wanting to ruin the moment, because once realized I was fearful it would fade. And so I continued, occasionally sneaking a peak out the corner of a blurred eye, enjoying every step and delighted to feel alive.

Training: a steady/strong and thoroughly invigorating 1:03:20

2 comments:

Love2Run said...

Perfect! Love your description of not wanting to break the moment while knowing everything is clicking. It's all coming together.

MB said...

sounds like you are shaping up nicely for London, good luck!