Sweat rolled down my face as I slowed to walk. I strolled
down Cameron Street and checked my phone to see how far I’d run. Nearly one and
a half kilometers without stopping. Nice!
For most runners, that would have been a joke. But for
someone who was only starting to enjoy it, it was a big deal. Today, for the
first time, I felt different. Not joy, exactly. More like emotional relief. As
much as I loved the gym, not even a great day lifting weights gave me this
feeling. I guessed that there were some physiological or psychological reasons
for this, whether it was the way the endorphins were released or that it was
something I’d never been good at, but running had suddenly become a different
experience.
So why had it changed? And why now?
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