Runner’s High

One day, I found myself wondering what it would be like to just start running – to not think, just run. A coach of mine in high school told me that running was all mental and if I embraced it, it would be easier for me. I remember lacing up my shoes, putting on my workout clothes, and heading out the door. I couldn’t focus at first.  The butterflies in my stomach were taking over and I couldn’t help but think this was going to be hard. At that time, we lived on a farm.  For miles and miles, in good old central California, there was nothing but farmland (still is) and I set off on a dirt road in a quest to conquer my fear of running.

The first few steps were hard. I was almost ready to give up until a gentle summer breeze came along. Was it a helping hand? A reassurance boost?  I’ll never know. It gave me the confidence to go on and before I knew it I wasn’t thinking about what my feet were doing.  I was running with the wind, running past our farm, past the neighbor’s almonds, through the peach trees of the farm across the street, and back home again with a silly grin on my face. I’ll never forget that day.  At the start of each race, I picture myself back on the farm again, let my legs do the rest, and breeze comes along I send a silent thank you.

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