For a mile, maybe two, I slipped into another world, a timeless one where there was no effort, no clocks, no yesterday, no tomorrow. I floated along for 15 minutes, aware of nothing, just drifting. Then a big truck thundered past, and the spell was broken. Goodbye runner’s high. Hello noxious fumes.
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Runner’s High by Amby Burfoot
(via channelingcarrie)
