This is 34 degrees, 25 mph wind gusts, and stinging grains of sand blowing in my face.
This is squinting not only to protect my eyes, but to take advantage of what little light is left.
This is “holy shit I can’t feel my right index finger” fumbling for the shutter release button.
It sounds crazy but there’s a current in this cold night’s experience that I love. The rush I get from pushing myself through certain types of physical and mental discomfort provides me with an extreme sense of gratification and calm.
This is why I used to love running. The simplicity of changing shoes, throwing on shorts and taking off was liberating. I found that a good run could help me cope with almost anything.
Unfortunatly I can’t run anymore due to a bad back. I miss it like hell, and I still struggle to find a substitute for the ability it provided me to push myself to the limit on command.
So while it seems crazy, I love moments like this.
For me, they’re therapeutic.
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