I met God on my runs
This might be the most spiritual story I’ll ever write. Maybe it will be a bit cringeworthy — it’s ok.
I’m not talking about a runners’ high. Of course, I experience it. Actually, I run so much these days — every day — that the experience is less pronounced than in the past when I’d run less frequently. Then I’d finish my run, and feel energized and happy, my brain clearer than before the run; the feeling would stay with me for hours.
These days I run ten miles every day, sometimes more. The feeling of having completed another run is trivial for my body and mind.