Not Just Alive

This bit of the summer plague I've contracted just wont go away. It's tapered down to a pesky cough, and I'm tired of waiting. 

Tonight after work, I ran. 

It felt good to get out in the sun. It feels good to feel alive. The pesky low-grade pain in my knees; the sweat in my hair; the deep, relaxed breaths that come after an hour of exertion. All of it. It makes me feel like I'm living, not just alive.  

Living is good!