Lightening In a Bottle

When I took chemistry in college, I was just about the worst student my professor had ever had. I couldn't understand a word he said, so I took on a tutor, who also vexed me with the strange language of mathematics for an entire semester to almost no avail. Randomly, I hit a stretch about 6 weeks from the final where the eqautions made sense to me- and I was confounded. Elated, but confounded. And, like most lightening in a bottle, my stretch of understanding flashed brightly and briefly but somehow left me yearning for more. I apparently have caught my running 'lightening in a bottle'.

I've been blogging about running lately because I've been doing a lot of it lately. Like in chemistry class, as soon as I could make sense of the inner workings of the thing, I really began to enjoy myself. I think I have really  begun to enjoy running, but I've also been riding the high of Race Day, which can carry infectious energy and the drive for me to do my best that I can't seem to muster sometimes during training. Without warning, I blasted my previous best time for a 5K race this morning by more than 2 minutes, which is huge for me. But the satisfaction of running the fastest I've ever gone before has little to do with my physical ability and a lot more to do with simply believing I could be better than I was.

My intention is to keep this lightening in a bottle a little longer than my comprehension of chemistry.