I jog 3-4 miles every few days. Sometimes, at the end I sprint a few blocks. Then I really feel like I’ve gone just a bit beyond what I thought I could do. At other times, I run up and down a set of stairs about half way through the run.
Both these efforts take gumption. The mental or psychic effort is difficult to muster. I tend to listen to my body, which usually tells me I just can’t do it. So I command myself to do it.
I gather a force from somewhere inside and pull it into my legs and arms, to where it’s needed to translate the extra will into body power. It’s as if I’m creating something from nothing. But I can usually conjure it, even if I’m tired. Where does it come from?
And the result is not only satisfaction, it’s a high. I’ve broken the mold of expectation, shed the skin of habit, opened up my body and spirit to new possibilities.