magic of the run

When I run, I feel like I'm flying. Like I'm all-powerful and it makes me feel on top of the world. I go out in the morning. Just before the sun rises. While there is still mist covering the floor of the earth. The dew drops still glistening on the tree leaves. There is only the thump, thummp, thummmp of my shoes against the solid earth. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. My breath quickening, breathing in the moist air. I know I can conquer anything.