A Very Good Drug

The other day a car rolled through an intersection, nearly killing me and T-Lo a few minutes into our Saturday run. Birdie fingers blazing, I opened my lungs and let the driver have it.
We kept running.

And then the best thing happened.
All traces of old foot and knee pain, in addition to the usual warm-up creakiness instantly vanished. It took me just a few seconds to realize that it was the surge of adrenaline working its age old evolutionary magic. Brilliant stuff that body of ours. All it takes is a good scare for the brain to whip up a quick and potent batch of protection.

My first thought was, man, I wish I could bottle that and run with zero pain and heightened awareness all the time. And then I realized that would constitute doping, as well as a departure from the purity of running. So my second thought was just to be thankful for one of those little lessons that running is so masterful at dispensing to the those willing to listen.

Thanks running.
-SV