I was driving to dinner with my husband tonight and felt a smile sneaking across my face. For some reason I felt like jumping for joy. And then it dawned on me...I love running! I have told myself, and anyone who would listen, that I hate running for so long that I actually believed it. Every once in awhile I would feel like I didn't hate it, or even that I liked it a little bit, but to think, to say, to feel that I love running was exhilarating.
For years I would tell people, "If I ever die while I'm running please do NOT say that I died doing something I love" or "If I'm running it is because something is chasing me" or "I run to eat". I do tend to make jokes about things I don't understand or things that make me uncomfortable. The more I've learned about all facets of running the more comfortable it has become. Tonight's run wasn't anything special. It was a run that I had to work hard for the entire time. But it was a good run. Because it was the run that showed me that I love running.
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