Running seems to be one of those things in life—you either love it or you hate it.
I’m one of ‘those people’ who happen to love it ♡; and not just for the physical benefits but because it’s such good therapy.
When I’m worked up or stressed out, it’s a calming dose of fresh air and sunshine🌞 (or rain!☔).
When I’m weary, it energizes me.
When I’m focused on my imperfections it reminds me to be grateful for all my body’s 💪capable of. It’s forward motion when I’m stuck in the past. It can even break down things like worry and disappointment into nothing more than sweat.
Of course, sometimes, it’s just plain fun.🎆 Something to look forward to. The excitement of an event.💃 A collection of race bibs and tee shirts. 🎽
A hobby. A habit—one I feel good about and that’s introduced me to some pretty amazing people over the years. It’s a community, and all anyone has to do to become a part of it is participate.🎶
Not that it isn’t challenging… some days more so than others. But the thing is, when you’re out there pushing past ‘easy’ and ‘comfortable’ something happens that makes all the effort worthwhile—thoughts become clearer, emotions surface, doubts are confronted and fears get conquered. It’s a beautiful thing.
A gift. 🎁 A blessing… one I truly am grateful for… every time I’m out there.
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