This is probably the last run I will go on (going to give the hip a 1 day reprieve before the big day). Ran up Beacon Hill this morning at a leisurely pace. The reward was the view from the top. We runners are crazy that way. I found an excerpt in the February 2012 Issue of Runner’s World (Weird that its January 1 and I’m reading the February 2012 issue – but I digress).
“The run itself, though, had suddenly become indescribable. It wasn’t easy, but it was not hard, either. I didn’t know until that moment that there was a hidden gear between hard and easy. I tried to figure out what it felt like, but it was unlike anything else in life I could think of – not like a sunset, not like an explosion, not like jumping from a plane nor swimming in a river nor holding a newborn. Not like music or mathematics, not love nor hate nor indifference. The moment a run becomes indescribable is the moment it becomes private – not secret, just impossible to share.” Marc Parent – The Newbie Cronicles – Runners World Feb 2012