The sunrise, the hills and the fresh air filled my legs, mind and heart this morning.
For me, running is more than a way to stay in shape. It is my peace and quiet. My brain dumps. My prayer time. My way to see what I’m made of. My way to see the world on step at a time. My way to make this big world feel a little smaller.
I am so thankful for all the times when my paths are straight and easy, hilly with switchbacks, so loud that I can’t hear my own thoughts and so quiet that all I can hear is the inner voice in me leading me ahead. The journey is always tough but the finish line is always beautiful.