July 30, 2016:
Two laps, slowest possible jog, slow as you can hold yourself back while aching to cut loose. Limbering up.
Two laps, accelerating to comfortable run. Savanna speed of the ancient hunters, burned and programmed deep into the genome.
Four laps, full run, controlled breath, listening to shoes crunch the track, feeling heart rev and lungs fill with life.
One lap, accelerating, pushing hard, preparation to pass the pack.
One lap flat out, full sprint, trying to fly.
Then you're God.
Elation, coursing with adrenaline, lit with endorphin. Warm in head and chest for hours, the most satisfying high.