|Crown Hill Park, Looking Towards Boulder|
It was such a wonderful sensation. I could feel the oxygen pumping through me. My breath deepens and I feel like I am almost going to pass out. I know that this is temporary. After about 10 minutes, my breath will regulate and it will be like taking a brisk walk. I can feel the tickling of the sweat run down my chest and my shirt begin to dampen. I feel a wave of uncertainly as I pass a few people. I am too tall for these shorts, I look silly, I don't look like a runner, I am standing out. Eventually, the sensation goes away. I look around and see everyone is not perfect, they are all uncomfortable. I can smell the mixture of the lake and fresh scent of summer. I can hear the birds chirping, and the grass rustling in the wind. I began to relax, my breath is regulating, the run is becoming easier. I begin to smile. I can see everything from here. I can see Green Mountain, Boulder, Mount Evans. It is quite the view. I am surround by an urban beauty, that looks out to our magnificent mountains. It is so relaxing, this is why I love Colorado. I stop take a few pictures and continue of my way. I am starting to have fun. Something that I have not had in while. Especially in running. I stopped having fun running. I started to become competitive and I started to become depressed again. Running has helped me curve my depression and sort things out. It is meditative, relaxing and fun. I feel strong, I feel empowered, I feel I could do anything when I run. It is perfect. I love it and I hate it. Today was the first time I had fun in a long time. I stop and take another picture. I need to remember why I started to run. I need to stop caring and forget the competitive side. Because I need this to help fix me.