My glutes ache, and it feels good.
This room is 80°, and it feels good.
There’s sweat drenching my neck, my back, my temples. At first, it always bothers me. Now it feels good.
My heart is pounding steadily, my lungs stretching wide. I’m so focused on my breathing that I can’t feel what my hands or feet are doing anymore. But it doesn’t matter. They know. We know how to do this.
Two minutes ago, I was going to quit. But I have five more minutes left to go in this run.
And it feels good.