I can't get enough.
I want more.
I have had a little bite and find my appetite increasing. I am not getting full.
For once, it's not peanut butter I'm talking about.
I'm talking about running. It's reigniting my engine. It's giving me that feeling again.
The feeling that has kept me in competitive sports for 30 years or more now. It's that feeling you get when your body responds. When it reacts to the training. When it moves smoothly and freely. You might have a pain, you might even suffer, but it feels amazing. It gives you life. It wakes you up and makes you feel strong. You have no limits. You can do anything you decide to do.
I have had bites of that feeling. And it's delicious.
It's not handed to you when you wake up in the morning. Or when you pass by the mile 2 telephone pole. It requires time. Patience. Discipline. Patience. Hard hard work. Yes, most of all hard work. Yes, I said patience twice.
Late fall I fell prey to the dreaded stress fracture injury. So I had to stop. I was forced to be patient. My motivation faltered at times when I wasn't moving forward as I should. Instead of giving up, I waited. And waited. And rested.
I have been unleashed again. The steps were heavy and slow for a long time. Could I get back to the real me?
Hell ya....and then some.
I'm starving now. I've had a taste. This is one craving I am Not going to fight.