- Apr 10, 2001
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[Stream of consciousness]
There are a bunch of reasons that might explain it and maybe someone could narrow it down for me or help me understand it.
It's as if supporting your own weight and realizing that your momentum will only take you:
A) One more step
B) Straight down, head-first into the pavement.
...and that every step you take means that you are one step farther from home....you feel really satisfied after you finish the run 'successfully.'
Somehow the notion that if you give up there is nothing else to rely on for a boost or a helping hand is really stimulating after the run. One feels content and can refer to the challenge faced and the completion of that challenge.
...?
I simply do not get this at the gym where I know I can stop lifting and take a break or switch machines or whatever. For the record, I have always hated running.
Until now.
For all of my life I have loved playing soccer, but the running had a purpose and I never had a problem with it. Now running for the sake of running is really enjoyable.
As brutish or as arrogant or as testoronically ignorant as this may sound, after a run, I have no doubt in my find that I am a man, and that makes me really proud.

[/stream of consciousness]
EDIT: I'm sorry. I?m just very sleepy
There are a bunch of reasons that might explain it and maybe someone could narrow it down for me or help me understand it.
It's as if supporting your own weight and realizing that your momentum will only take you:
A) One more step
B) Straight down, head-first into the pavement.
...and that every step you take means that you are one step farther from home....you feel really satisfied after you finish the run 'successfully.'
Somehow the notion that if you give up there is nothing else to rely on for a boost or a helping hand is really stimulating after the run. One feels content and can refer to the challenge faced and the completion of that challenge.
...?
I simply do not get this at the gym where I know I can stop lifting and take a break or switch machines or whatever. For the record, I have always hated running.
Until now.
For all of my life I have loved playing soccer, but the running had a purpose and I never had a problem with it. Now running for the sake of running is really enjoyable.
As brutish or as arrogant or as testoronically ignorant as this may sound, after a run, I have no doubt in my find that I am a man, and that makes me really proud.
[/stream of consciousness]
EDIT: I'm sorry. I?m just very sleepy