Love that long run

Running the dirt paths of Central Park this morning, I was so strong and weightless. My legs moved with purpose, quickly ticking, left, right, left, right, as oxygen flowed into my body so deeply it was as if I had three lungs instead of two. Like the air I was taking in discovered another chamber of my heart and breathed life into it. The sound of my feet striking the sandy gravel became a metronome as my mind's eye could see what I know I'm really capable of.