" If you start to feel good during an ultra, don’t worry you will get over it. " -Gene Thibeault
Yesterday marked a special day in my running agenda. I ran my first 25 km. Curiously enough, in January, I ran my first unofficial half marathon in -20 degrees. Yesterday, I ran 25 K in 30 degrees. When I ran 21 K during the winter, I was able to do it with a supply of 500 ml of water, which is not a lot.
This would have been impossible and quite dangerous in yesterday’s weather. I was very lucky that my mother aided me (while cycling) to make this little dream of mine come true. Until I have the proper equipment to carry on me sufficient water supply, I won’t be able to run long distances. It’ll come eventually when I can afford it lol.
I love running more than I could ever put into words. The bliss I feel while running is just something else. I just feel so fucking alive. Every time I put my running shoes on I feel as if I’m going on a first date. I can literally feel the rush of adrenaline and ecstasy pumping through me. It’s that good, you know?
What do I think about while running for a long period of time? Not gonna lie, more often than not I think of what my next Steemit post should be. But I also have many moments during which my mind is simply not thinking of anything other than the motion of my feet touching the ground.
I’m stoked more than ever that my body is no longer injured, and I cherish every day that I can take advantage of that. My body is my temple, and everyday I make it a mission to honor it. Triple laps the boys and make em cry is this year’s motto and so far so good!!!
