Power

What is power?

Some say power is control. Others say power is courage. And still others say power is nothing more than an illusion. Which is right? Perhaps all of these, perhaps none. Definitions are trivial details, and in the grand scheme of things, they all amount to nothing.

So maybe power isn't really anything, but that doesn't stop me from finding it. Finding power is coming back from a second run, having done it at a faster pace than you have in maybe so much as years, and feeling on top of the world. It's knowing that everything isn't perfect, that life is nothing more than chaos, that strength is nothing more than momentary detail...and being able to smile.

Power. It's that sense of knowing with absolute certainty that for absolutely no reason at all everything is going to work out. It is confidence, it is strength, it is courage. It is everything and nothing all at once. Power has to it a certain beauty that nothing else in life can really attain. Ultimately, it doesn't mean anything. But that is precisely what makes it mean so much more in every single moment where it exists.

I found power tonight. For the first time in a long time, everything was okay. It didn't need to be perfect, it didn't need to make sense. It just had to be me, living life, breathing the air around me, heart pounding in my chest, the muscles of my legs filling with lactic acid at a rate with which gluconeogenesis couldn't quite keep up.

Some call it a runner's high. I call it power. To each his own. Whatever you may call it, whatever it may be, I found it tonight. I finally lived again.