by Old Bone Machine

mercury(image credit: Oregon Project @OregonPJT)

Sometimes I run for joy. Today I ran with little concern for distance or time.  I just ran to nourish the spirit. My pace was fast and only because of the big hill was I made aware that I was human and not the messenger god, Mercury. After the run my lungs stung and I could taste a hint of blood at the back of my throat. I felt strong and filled with the energy of life.

And I felt some joy.

The image is of the American middle-distance runner Jordan Hasay.