I’ve been running most of my life.

There have been District, State and National championships.

Along the way, and as most runners can relate, there have been those sublime moments in the “zone”.

Typically they occur during training. Some times by luck, during a race. Ideally when something significant is at stake. This is why we sometimes train to peak.

I’m forty nine years old. I admit that I plan to run until I am one hundred years old. It’s a goal, to be sure. And, there is a lot that goes along with that in terms of other, and peripheral, goals.

As many close friends are aware, I’ve been fighting two fairly serious injuries, and another challenge. I grudgingly admit all of that has sapped my strength and focus considerably.

However, today I was feeling pretty good. And, my body has begun to knit itself back together – and, I recognize myself. That’s hard to explain. But, many of my training partners, through all manner of adventures, that span almost thirty years, understand. Yes… They certainly do.

So… With a warm sun in my face, and the promise of an easy sweat, I decided to try six miles at three quarter speed. However, it took me less than half a mile to realize that today was going to be one of the really good days. I found that zone; literally caught the rail – just like a glassy fronted wave under a short board. I flew; my feet synced with my heart and a rhythmic staccato tapping on the gravel, as if winged. I considered that Superman, who is my brother in more ways than one, although a son of Krypton, draws his strength from the sun, but it was all mine this day as I sighted, and ran down, no less than five runners on Brittle Road.

Another great memory in front of countless miles, and the expectation of many and many more to come.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork