I took a late run the night before last, the way I used to once-upon-a-time. It was awesome. It had been so long since I hit that "plato" that kind of puts you somewhere else for a while. You don't really feel your legs moving or hear any particular sounds. Just your body gliding along.
I had actually forgotten about the feeling. Guess some refer to it as "The Zone", yah that better describes it. I look forward to possibly running a 5k this weekend. If $ dictates a different route, I will find a lake to go run around instead. It's all good.The title implied that I was going to write about George Sheehan. I just like the "Running and Being" term I guess, as that seems to be at least part of my focus.
One day at a time.
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