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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Running with love

I love running, like love. Running is very therapeutic and, in a strange way, relaxing to me. When I go for a long run it gives me a chance to daydream and make plans for the future; sometimes I think about things and sort them out; a lot of times I talk to God, and still other times I don't think at all. When I am angry, I like to run. It gives me a chance to clear my head and calm down; put things into perspective. When I am sad, I like to run. Who doesn't feel better after a good sweat and when those endorphins kick in? Running feels natural to me, when I go for a jog I feel like I'm doing something I was made to do. Humans have been running for our entire existence. Sure we run now more for recreation and exercise rather than for protection as our ancestors did, but it's the same concept. My legs were made for running.

Recently I have begun running with my two-year-old daughter. I strap her into her jogging stroller and off we go. Sure I can't run as far and the stroller makes it a lot more difficult. But I have come to cherish this time with her. Every day during the week we jog to the park to play, then jog back home. She enjoys this time as much as I do. I know that I will always remember my daily runs with her, and when she is grown I will wish to have just one more jog with my sweet little girl.

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