Shade and breezes and bending light. Morning behind a cool front that has cleared it all away: the tension, the smothering heat, the crushing humidity, the doubt, the questions.
Today, all I feel is almost nothing at all. My feet turn the earth beneath me like it is on ball bearings. The ground whispers by. I am running but I might as well be riding a bicycle with no chain. It is effortless.
Time stops. Or maybe all of time is now. Mile 16 is just as easy as mile 8 and as easy as mile four and feels like it would go on no matter how far over the horizon I ran following the rising sun. And all the while, my feet whisper -- swish swish swish swish -- at 180 steps per minute.
Back straight, body light, held aloft by something that defies gravity. I don't need to push myself because I am being pulled along.
I have been wondering how one makes it 140.6 miles to an Ironman finish line. I always do. How am I going to drag myself all day long and into the night.
Perhaps I won't have to. Perhaps I'll be pulled along.
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We can only hope for the feeling of being pulled along in Cozumel. This weekend's weather was perfect for effortless running. Cool, light breeze, low humidity, and clear skies all worked in harmony. Somehow, I don't think we will get those conditions at the big dance.
beautiful entry.
Great post, makes me want to go out and run!
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