Sleepwalking my way through life: Eighty eight miles per hour...



Eighty eight miles per hour...

Sometimes I run home from work. I clutch my bag in one hand and my phone in the other, walking calmly and unrushed down the pavement as I approach another lamppost, hiding my readiness for when I pass that final bar…

And I’m off! I spring into action, my feet pushing me faster and faster as the ground blurs beneath my feet. Trees swish by and the roar of cars is ignored. My eyes are focusing straight ahead with eager determination; I just need to reach that lamppost, then I can stop and rest.

The lamppost whizzes by, and I’m still running. My feet pound at the ground, I increase speed, the scenery is too blurred to see anything, only what’s ahead, breathe in and out, keep going.

I stop myself; leaning back and letting my feet skid to a stop. My hands are clutching my possessions tightly as I bend over to cough up a burning lung and feel the muscles in my body un-tense. The cold air is welcomed as I drink it in, a smile on my face in spite of the pain.

There’s something fantastic about running. Letting your legs work like machines until your chest erupts into flames and your muscle ache. Your feet thunder down the pavement, each leaping step threatening to destroy your shoes, and the wind blows through your hair. When you are running you have no time to think of anything but running. There’s nothing else. No laughter, no smiles, no feelings, no sadness.

It’s almost liberating, to run so fast. There’s this small, untouchable hope that thinks that when you run fast enough, you can finally take off.
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6 Comments:

At 6:25 am, Anonymous Meredith said...

I love the feeling when you start sprinting and aren't tired yet, and you feel like you're moving too fast for it to be real. It feels like moon running, I guess is how I'd describe it. Do you ever get that feeling?
And taking off, that was part of why I did field events like long jump in high school. There's that epic moment right when you're jumping and there's some sort of unexplainable possibility in it.

 
At 6:30 am, Anonymous Meredith said...

I love the feeling when you've started sprinting and aren't tired yet, and you get to a speed where it feels like you're moving too fast for it to be real. I guess I'd say it feels like "moon running." Do you ever get that feeling?
The liberation in running is sort of surreal. I did field and sprinting stuff in high school, and I loved the epic moment in the long jump just as you're taking off, having built up the speed, and there's a notion of inexplicable possibility.

 
At 11:35 pm, Anonymous Meredith said...

Wow, I like how I'm comment posting retarded.

 
At 12:24 am, Anonymous Joe said...

You're not retarded, you're the comment equivalent of a goldfish.

-Joe

 
At 6:26 am, Anonymous Meredith said...

Ah, I see. That's reassuring.

 
At 6:46 pm, Anonymous Jules said...

I like this post. I haven't run in a long time, it's unfortunate.

 

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