It sounded like a memory calling from the deep caverns of the brain. A memory perhaps purposely forgotten. A memory of a feeling willfully (semi)retired. A memory that releases a sudden rush of adrenaline and excitement.
Such a recollection seems to rear its head from behind the metaphorical sand dune, peaking in to your conscience, reminding you of a time that can not be erased. A time that, despite the pain, suffering and soreness, blazes back from the past and reveals that memory like the first dawn of summer, bringing a rich smile across your face.
This memory of a feeling, a form of joy which instantly makes you want to up the pace, inevitably shows a few miles in to a winter run in the sun. A spark is ignited as you lament on a race from yester year and all of a sudden you begin to think how much better you could do. Like the inevitably of the luge's icy run, the mind weaves you along contemplating what you would do different or how you would better train. All of a sudden the computer screen is in front of you and your scrolling through the race pages, tempted to hit the "register" button.
It is, yet, still important to control those memories and release of endorphins, to bring in to check these desires for competition and ensure that you are competing for the right reasons - for you and those who support you. That said, those endorphins are quite addictive. Let's see where they take me.
Good luck to us all!
