First Runner…

With the temps in the 60’s (a delight in early March, a gift from God in January) I took to  the streets for a run. Excited by the wonderful weather a new ipod with some fun training aps I was off. Well, into my first mile of runner’s bliss, I wondered what the first run was like and what did the runner feel?

I’m not speaking of the first person running for his or her life, but the very first person who decided to run for pleasure. What was the day like? Was is it cool and clear? Were the trees full and green as in spring?  Did geese fly over head from a small neighborhood pond?

Then I wonder how this person may have felt. Were they feeling light and alive? Grounded to the earth as one of God’s creatures. Being aware of mind, body and spirit all joined in a glorious dance. Because that’s how I felt – Blessed to be a part of this amazing universe…

Run for your life…


By gin

A master teacher in the martial arts, trying to master her life and her thinking to create a better world....

1 comment

  1. I would have to guess it was not that immediate. When running was a tool necessary for survival, it was most likely something that most humans were used to. Over time, they may have grown to enjoy it. It is possible that certain genetic mutations coded for proteins that increased an individuals ability to experience a runner’s high, and such a trait gradually spread (since running has been and always will be a trait that increases life span and sexual availability).

    Over time, as running became more desirable and less necessary (although never unnecessary), humans most likely kept doing it out of habit and pleasure. It gradually evolved into something that was done for the shear joy of it.

    Just a thought.

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