During the senior year of my high school track season I had a running experience that set the standard for me regarding running. One evening following an intense interval workout I was feeling inspired to put my running shoes back on and snag some gentle solo miles. I clipped my Walkman cassette player to my shorts and proceeded to run an out-and-back route from my home in New Hope, Minnesota to Clifton E. French Park in Plymouth, Minnesota. During that run outing I envisioned myself listening to tunes in a recliner that was gliding through the air. My fitness was such that it honestly felt like I was barely putting forth more effort than when I was at rest. What an amazing sensation!
Whenever I attempted a comeback to running between 1992 and 2008 I quickly got discouraged by the memory of that amazing sensation and how it eluded me in relation to my poor fitness.
The last few weeks I have experienced this sensation during many of my run outings. Without a doubt we are born to run and when we are appropriately fit - running is our home!