A Good Run

This morning's run was one I won't soon forget. There is really nothing special about the run. Nothing exciting happened. I didn't see any new or unusual animals. No bats attacked me from overhead, and there were no creepy stalker people watching me. 

It was simply a delightful run in so many ways. The temperature was perfect. Just cool enough to require a thin long-sleeved shirt. The air was crisp, but not too sharp.There was little humidity, so I could breathe easily, without thought.  The sunrise wasn't particularly beautiful,
just a simple golden line tracing the treetops and fading into deep cobalt in the cloudless but star-filled sky.

I ran with a quick, short step. My legs felt light. I could barely feel their weight at all.  It was as if I was floating. 

My proprioception was off a bit. I felt that my head was heavier than usual, and my neck and shoulders were stiffening under the weight. I tried to relax and loosen up. My breathing was perfect, unnoticeable. No strain whatsoever, yet I felt I was quick.

I was gliding above the pavement. No bouncing, no heavy thump, thump of my feet hitting the ground.  I was smooth, light, and quick. It's rare to be all of those things on one run.