There is something deeply, primally satisfying about jogging shirtless and barefoot under the hot, midday sun. I feel like a wild animal, some un-caged beast running free on the streets of suburbia.
I feel wonder in the gaze of the civilized mortals around me. They know that I am not one of them.
For five months I’ve been living sober and eating clean. I run, I lift, I box, I wrestle and I fence. Each day that goes by I feel myself growing harder, stronger, closer to the earth.
We each must find our own way to relate to the gods. This is mine.
In being apart from the everyday, but while still being grounded in reality, the true freedom of the spirit becomes known, and it brings about exhilaration. One may even be able to ride on the dragon of destiny.