24 April 2013

Runners high

Tonight was one of those runs you wish you could bottle to savour time and time again. But what was it? Not a spectacular time. No great distance logged. Didn't make any friends either. As I went through my post race routine of frozen peas on left knee, Gatorade in right hand and Garmin in left I realised just how much I love to run. I felt great and that’s all that really matters isn’t it? No need to analyse why.


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