rush.

I went running today. I'm trying to go every day. I went about two and a half miles, and I loved every step of it.

I love the rush.

The rush of wind through my ponytail. The rush of cars as they go by.

The rush of the sunset; the beauty overwhelms.

The rush of the scent of newly cut grass for the first time. It parallels the sensation of crunching leaves for the first time, the tingle of the first footprint in the snow, the satisfaction of the first tan line of summer.

The rush of sweating in the cool of the evening.

The rush of conquering the hill that you should have dominated you.

The rush of the finish line that is in reality only the peak of my driveway.

I didn't wear my contacts today, and it helped me focus. It was just me and the sidewalk, because it was all i could really focus on. Faces, cars, houses, all a blur. It gave me a rush.

I love that when i run, its just me and my body. My senses are acute. I'm oddly in tune with my flesh. I'm aware of each limb, every muscle, all my senses are heightened. Each breath invigorates. Each glance reveals something new. Each step not only gets me closer to my original goal, but helps to establish a new goal for tomorrow.

I never run with music. I enjoy listening to the deplorable, yet adorable sound of birds chirping.

I hear each footstep. The longer I run, the more my steps echo in my head.

Its just me, my stamina, my speed, my breath, my goals.

Thats the kind of rush you can't get anywhere else.