100 words a day…victory

I get that feeling when I am running. It exists in the moments when you really don’t want to finish that last mile. You are tired and your legs are aching and you feel how easy it would be to just push that red stop button on the tredmil and give up. You are the only one watching. But if you deny your hand its desire to make the belt roll slow to stop and you let your feet keep flying forward you can feel it. It is ectasy, pure happiness; you run the last few feet. Pounding. Panting. Victory.