and then I just walked out the back door and started running.

There’s something about his sport. 

Lately as I've struggled, I wondered if I really loved it, or if was in love with the idea of it. 

Imagine that a few months ago you could run 26.2 miles in about 4 hours, and now you're struggling to keep yourself upright on a 1 hour exertion.  Well, that's what I live.  Is it hard to love something when you're not good at it?

But then....  

I just walked out the back door and started running.  Just like that.  I didn’t plan a route, nor did I even decide how far I would go.  I just needed to think.  I needed to reflect on some things in my life and the only way I know how to do that is to run.

There's no drama in my run.

I may be the queen of drama but there's no drama in my run.  We are just good together.  We don't have to think about flat tires, water bottles, leaky goggles or stuffy smelly gym air.  We can go in a group and vent and babble about the drama, or we can go as just a pair.

A girl and her run.

So, while I may have glanced at my watch a few times on my run, to get an idea of how far I was roaming, I did not concern myself with my pace.  I just ran.

I listened to the sound of my breath, hypnotic and strong, and savored the fact that I am able to do this.  I felt my legs start to tire, and so I pushed them to the end, but I didn’t punish them for their tiredness.

They’ve been busy this week. 

My run didn't end with a cheer leading squad, fireworks, or even a stolen kiss in a doorway.  It ended with a few lungfuls of air and a large glass of water on my back deck.  A silent celebration of completion that probably had less to do with the miles logged than it had to do with the satisfaction of sweat burning my eyes.

I admit.  There are days when I run to prove something.  And those other days when I just want to go somewhere under my own power.

But sometimes I just run, so I don't run away. 

~savor the run~