Twin Exhiliration

  When I begin writing the first word, my ankles take flight. Slowly I begin to tread down the street, as the pen lifts and I move to the next word; each word echoing a footstep. I feel relaxed, ready to let the words take me on a journey my mind has never been on, but only it is capable of doing. Nobody else follows the same path, or has running mechanics quite the same as my own.

 As I gather speed, the pen moves faster. Words flow out of my fingers with ease, like the muscles contracting with warmer blood in my legs: running flow and writing flow synchronized. Pit-pat, tip-tap, pit-pat, tip-tap. Oscillations of the great paradox of mechanical creation. Nature surrounds me, my brain feels connected to everything, writing in waves of windscape, running in runes of wordplay. They are exchangeable, like breath and thought.

 After a few minutes the body and mind become one. I tap into that familiar existential apex they call being "in the zone". It is the pinnacle of artistic and athletic experience, when you feel like nothing can stop the momentum of joyful movement, whether on the pavement or on the page. Dream and dance become more clear in these movements, allowing focus to dilate, a maximum potential for greatness to blossom. Here I am at my fastest, able to accelerate to the limits of my physicality, able to reach the most distant fragments of my imagination, make connections so desperate that genius is temporarily accessible. Everything becomes easier as the music crescendos. Things fall in place.

 And then the hand starts to tire, the heart pumps too fast, slowing the muscles in my appendages. Hands and feet, once married, divorce from the exhilaration. They return to their separate quarters to recharge, until the next day, when it happens again. Slowly I come to a halt as ideas wane and too many calories are burned. For one sweet moment I became like God, all he intended for me.

 In the moments between, as I catch my breath and absorb my surroundings, I stretch my mind with the extension of my muscles, making it more fertile for exploration. Balance becomes key, learning is the greatest element. When great energy goes one way within, it must be diffused by going one way without. Thus does stretching and balance preserve my running form, as the meditation of reading coordinates my writing. Physicality and mentality get tied in a knot, preserving a spirit that grows stronger. Prolific practice of these activities makes me ready for anything.