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I went for a long run this afternoon on a trail I don’t
often run on. It was quiet and
peaceful and runs along the river on one side and the railroad track on the
other. After our trip to
California, where I did not run one step, it’s been nice to lace up the shoes
again and just run. My first two
runs after returning were sluggish and extremely uncomfortable, but after my
race on Saturday, which was super hard but a good time, I am feeling a little
more like myself– that is to say, sore and tired but in a good way.
While I was running, I was thinking about new plans and new
possibilities I have cooking up in this brain of mine, and before I knew it, I
was pounding along at a pretty hard pace, my breathing labored and my legs
pumping up and down in that way that I always hope for but don’t always
get. It was nice to be lost deep
in thought and feeling so strong.
It’s one of the reasons I love running.
Running is a great physical activity– there’s no doubt
about it–, but I swear, I think the mental and spiritual aspects, after a
point, outweigh the physical.
Running is a type of meditation, a prayer of praise and thanksgiving. I thank God for every day I’m able to
put my shoes on and head out the door, running along grass tracks and through
the newly fallen leaves.