by Old Bone Machine
(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.