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Mystical place
A newbie runner discovers endorphins for the first time
I found that place where runners go…
Not being a “runner”, I’d never truly believed that mythical place existed.
(As an unbeliever, I would surely be denied admittance in any case, should my atheism prove incorrect.)
Like all those most rare and valuable discoveries, I came across it almost by accident or quite naturally, without recourse to guile, strategy or effort.
Perhaps I had simply never run far enough or long enough?
But suddenly I was sliding, surreally sylph-like beneath the door before I was even aware of its heavy, oak-paneled presence…
I awakened, dreaming, in a room beyond time or any 3-dimensional physical realities, with no idea how I’d arrived.
Dimly lit and sepia-toned, safe and comfortable but not clinging, cocooned or coddling. Infused with mint or citrus, inspiration and power. All silence and slow-motion.
I strongly suspect it is a magical happy land of endorphins, but the building blocks don’t…
