Recently, over the summer, I began trying out sprinting and running. I’ve never really enjoyed the idea of doing cardio; what could possibly be so enjoyable about running in a circle or running long distances? Nonetheless, I gave it a shot anyway, and to my surprise, it was one of the best feelings imaginable. Don’t get me wrong, the actual running part was horrible. I felt like I was going to collapse at any moment, but the feeling of not giving up and completing what I set out to do at the first point was an amazing feeling that I just wanted to run after (no pun intended). What amazed me the most, however, wasn’t the liking I took towards running but how my body kept adapting. I would avoid taking the steps to classes because I hated the feeling of being out of breath, but the stairs no longer caused that reaction out of me. I began to experience things differently, with all the running I was doing, I noticed that I was more eager to go eat then before. I noticed how I started preferring taking longer routes to my classes just so I could get more steps in, and overall, I noticed how much happier I was. As my body adapted more and more to longer distances and faster paces, my perception of time and distance changed. I could judge things based off how far I personally could run in a certain amount of time, if I could beat a car in traffic to its destination, and my sense of rhythm seemed to get better as well. My perception of the world around me changed drastically and it felt like I caught a new breath of life.