I couldn’t wait to pull on my running gear and lace up my shoes this morning.
It was still in the wee hours of the morning.
The darkness of night had not quite vanished.
The light of the morning was just beginning to surface.
The children were sound asleep in their beds.
The cool breeze and quietness of the hour was calling my name.
I walked down to the end of the driveway and pressed start on my Garmin.
My body found its comfortable rhythm. My mind went to its favorite corner. My heart locked into its target zone.
“Yes, I love this,” I said to myself.
The further I ran the lighter I felt.
As I finished mile one, I saw streaks of pink across the sky. Perfect, untarnished beauty.
I increased my pace.
I felt good.
I thought about my journey over the past 17 months.
I thought about what I’ve asked of this body.
What used to be impossible has now become possible.
As I finished mile two, I felt strong.
“Yes, I love this,” I said to myself.
I increased my pace.
I thought about what running has given me.
As I neared the end of my run, I gave it all I had.
A smile began to form.
Joy began to bubble up.
Contentment washed over me.
I felt . . . . . free.
