I did not want to wake up.
I did not want to run.
But something shifted as I ran.
My point of view began change.
My were legs were strong.
I felt powerful. And healthy.
I took a deep breath and sprinted toward the finish.
Those are the days I look forward to, and I was lucky to have one of them yesterday. This morning is my day off, and I’m grateful for yesterday’s good day.
I think part of this perspective is based on a New York Times article I read yesterday. The headline is “In Kenya, Violence Shakes Running Community.” While the story is tragic, the end of the article is particularly poignant, speaking of running as a connecting force between people. It reminded me of just one of the reasons I love running. If you haven’t read it, I recommend it.