Primal

I’m not a stellar athlete, never have been. At this point, I can only hope to retain as much speed as I can over the next 15 years so I can stomp some masters races in my December years. Still, I can’t help but stay hungry and motivate myself to be something greater. Its thrilling, to strap on my 1 size too small minimalist shoes and bolt through single track trails, hopping over logs and puddles, pounding out miles faster than my “long cardio day” requires. Somewhere below 7 minute miles time starts to slow – I look at every landing spot for a footstep and feel the hard packed dirt as I briefly plant and push, thrusting myself further through the mist, and repeat the process again on my other foot. Below 6:30’s I become conscience of my breathing. Deep inhales and exhales of precious oxygen so forceful they sound like animal snarls. Moving at such high speeds, I surprise even myself by the preciseness of how I can every muscle and limb, every move subconscious, everything instinctual. Endorphines rush to my head like wine, like a drug addict I push further and further until it starts to burn. By the time fatigue sets in my muscles are spent. Huffing and puffing in the middle of the woods, I look around, grab my bearings, and begin to run at a now humbled pace back towards my car.


I needed to get that out.

Stay hungry!