Tuesday, January 4, 2011

The Thrill of a Morning Run

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Still I hesitated, straining to see the north end of the boardwalk and wondering how far it is and if I could reach it. I felt the cool breeze gracing the early morning smog that hangs low over the city, and I began to walk. And then run. My lungs were bursting, but as my legs continued to move to its own natural rhythm I felt an overwhelming surge of elation run through my body. Everything and everyone else faded into the background, and only the sound of my heart beating and the touch of my feet against the hardness of the pavement mattered. Reaching the end of the promenade, I began to slow down. I was so happy to have made it that I wanted the moment to last. I turned around and, with a steadier, less excited pace, kept on running.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

that was a long run, it took you a while for you to come back.

i love runners! they are much better company than disruptive flatulent people. glad you had fun. :)

Angeli said...

i did 3 rounds, which is around 3.5 km. i would've made it to 5 km if my knees cooperated. hahaha

Loree said...

Wow good for you. I wish I had the guts to get myself out and go for a run.

Angeli said...

it's the getting up early in the morning that's difficult, not the actual run.

happy new year, loree! :)

Angeli said...

@anonymous: kaduaanak ngarud nga agtaray nu mapan ka ditoy? :)

 
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