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The breeze against my face enlivens everything in

The breeze against my face enlivens everything in my experience. This is the most sensational encounter between the gentle wind and the storm within. (caption) *volitant euphoria* The jog is about to take the form of a sprint. The rhythm in breath is as important as the rhythm in steps. The final seventy metres after two miles excite me. I'm not exhausted. In fact, I'm joyous. Jogging can get boring. Sprint never does. You want to give all your energy for experiencing that feeling of volitant euphoria. My brain sends a signal to my body. The feet seem to have affixed springs all of a sudden. It is not about the legs though. I understand it's all about the arms. Fast arms mean fast legs. I tilt my body slightly in front. The steps are in rhythm. The steps are getting wider. And faster. You feel me? My steps get wider and faster. My hands get in an intense duet with each other. I hear my own steps advancing vehemently. The breeze against my face enlivens everything in my experience. This is the most sensational encounter between the gentle wind and the storm within.
The breeze against my face enlivens everything in my experience. This is the most sensational encounter between the gentle wind and the storm within. (caption) *volitant euphoria* The jog is about to take the form of a sprint. The rhythm in breath is as important as the rhythm in steps. The final seventy metres after two miles excite me. I'm not exhausted. In fact, I'm joyous. Jogging can get boring. Sprint never does. You want to give all your energy for experiencing that feeling of volitant euphoria. My brain sends a signal to my body. The feet seem to have affixed springs all of a sudden. It is not about the legs though. I understand it's all about the arms. Fast arms mean fast legs. I tilt my body slightly in front. The steps are in rhythm. The steps are getting wider. And faster. You feel me? My steps get wider and faster. My hands get in an intense duet with each other. I hear my own steps advancing vehemently. The breeze against my face enlivens everything in my experience. This is the most sensational encounter between the gentle wind and the storm within.
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