Running

Swirling blues and greens, reds and yellows, colors of every kind. Constantly forming different patterns, shapes, and sounds. Every blade of grass, every slab of cement is unique in ways untold. A heightened awareness of the surrealistic environment emanates through every fiber of the universe. This isn’t a Picasso or Michelangelo; this is a different type of masterpiece. This is running.
With an untold fury our bodies scream. They warn us of how close we are to the source of all things. In those precious moments we reach a potential hidden inside all of us. We become one, not many, but one magnificent world. The chaos and stress seep from our beings. Peace saturates everything, from head to toe. No longer do we worry about tomorrow, instead we focus on the present.
This wondrous experience won’t be priceless. Our bodies pay for every passing second. Fiery side aches will be our plague, as well as torn muscles and bruised feet. For many the price will be unbearable, but that isn’t a mistake. All of life’s greatest treasures have hefty fines.
Eventually our bodies will tire. The moment will pass. Once again we will awaken to the noise and the distractions. Although we awake, never again will we go back to what we were. We will feel a longing to experience the sense of cohesiveness once more. This longing will come from the very depths of our soul. How can we refuse, once again we will embark upon the perilous adventure of running.