This afternoon I went on the longest run I've ever done in my life (as far as I can remember, anyway). An hour and a half, which by my calculations puts it at approximately ten miles nonstop (yeah, I'm a wuss, I know). It was also one of the easiest runs I've done--I put on some tunes (Daft Punk's Homework) and the miles melted away. For awhile there it felt like I was floating; my mind drifted off, and I sort of forgot what I was doing. That's a violent change from my usual experience with running, which is better called a slog: painful, boring, and high-impact.
On the way out for my run, I cross the bridge, but coming back into the village I usually take one of the side roads, which just crosses the riverbed. Because of the rain last night, it was still running, and fairly heavily at that. I didn't want to go around, so I took off my shoes and waded across. It was deeper than I thought, about knee-deep and fast in the middle (I'd revise my estimate of the earlier flood up to about 150 cfs). I was sorely tempted to dunk myself, but as I was carrying my ipod, I didn't think it was a good idea. Still, getting my feet wet triggered those old river neurons, and I felt high as a kite. I could get used to this running stuff.
So, long story short, I'm in a fantastic mood. To celebrate, here's one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite rock operas. Daft Punk's "Digital Love:"