I was out running on Thursday evening, a hard & fast run, and I was having to push myself to keep going. Meanwhile, lots of things on me were hurting-- it comes with the territory. And then an amazing thing happened.
A particular moment in my life, one I've always remembered with a great deal of embarrassment and maybe a smidge of "yeah, that was kind of cool", suddenly leaped into my head seemingly out of nowhere. (Seriously, I've no idea where the thought came from.) And just then, I realised that this memory was not only not embarrassing, but it actually was really, really cool and I'm pretty happy to have it stored in my memory banks.
And then I realised something else-- I was running faster. I had a smile on my face. All the hurting & breathing hard had been forgotten for that brief minute that I was back reliving the memory of one little moment.
Such is the power of a happy memory.
I'm not going to share the moment itself on here; cool though I now know it was, it was still a bit awkward & I have to tell it in person to really do it justice. So if you must know, ask me when next you see me.