When you have the enthusiasm and the passion, you end up figuring how to excel.
It’s my own space, my own time, when I’m just out there letting my thoughts go. It’s a part of my day like eating, and it’s one of my favorite parts.
I love(d) the feeling of freedom in running, the fresh air, the feeling that the only person I’m competing with is me.
I always loved running…it was something you could do by yourself, and under your own power. You could go in any direction, fast or slow as you wanted, fighting the wind if you felt like it, seeking out new sights just on the strength of your feet and the courage of your lungs.
Saying you don’t have enough time is a bad reason to not run. There’s always time for a run.
I often hear someone say ‘I’m not a real runner.’ We are all runners, some just run faster than others. I’ve never met a fake runner.
Here are some who like to run.
They run for fun in the hot, hot sun.
We see them come.
We see them go.
Some are fast.
And some are slow.
Some are high.
And some are low
Not one of them is like another.
Don’t ask us why.
Go ask your mother.