I found this nice essay about running today in The Globe and Mail that I thought I should share.
I'm pretty far from that level of experience but I can totally relate to the feeling that is described. Running is like a disease and a cure all at once. I've done my best thinking while running, especially at lunch time when all of my work's problems are fresh on my mind. I've also felt the most exhilarating moments when I am totally in the zone like I've blogged about before. I've also felt the lowest of lows while in the pits of training or during my first marathon when I thought the race would never end. And I can add that a runner's life has a certain oddness to it that the common mortal does not usually understand, such as waking extra early on Sundays to go for a long run or taking a detour to add more miles when there's plenty of shortcuts to the destination.