A few of my buddies talked me into joining the track team after school in 9th grade. Since I had nothing else going on I said, "Sure. What's track?"
I soon found out it was running. A lot of running.
We were running every day after school, and for many, many miles at a time. At first I thought I would die, but soon I was keeping up with the fastest of us. We had this particular route around the golf course across the street from our high school. It was a small golf course bordering the ocean. I remember sprinting and panting up the sides of this hill, climbing higher and higher through dirt and sand pits. At the top was a spectacular view of the sea; teal blue, deep, and breathtaking.
I smelled like sweaty t-shirt and salt air, and I can still remember that smell. To me, it was a liberating smell. It was a smell that made me feel free and happy; a lackadaisical sort of high, that stayed with me all the rest of the day. I had discovered that I LOVED running.
I like to know what makes people feel free. I want to know what invigorates you, what causes your heart to beat, your adrenaline to pump, and your soul to ignite. I want to know what makes you happy, and what makes you laugh so hard you could pee your pants. I want to know what your eyes have seen that made you so glad to be alive today.
I like to breathe in the smell of a sweaty t-shirt and just run.