Running is an exercise that many people dread. Running is hard, it stretches how far our bodies can go. It can make us feel like laying down and sleeping for days, and it can make us feel like drinking a bottle of water and going back out there. Running is hard, but I love it.
I love running because it does stretch my limits. In my head I'm constantly telling myself "keep going, a little further, you're not dying and you're not vomiting, keep breathing and keep going." I love going farther, I love impressing myself. I am pleased with myself with I reach one of my goals, it makes me want to eat healthier and move a lot. But every time, without fail, I think about how it is possible that one day I may not be able to run, or even walk, much less very far. I become grateful for the legs I have that are able to move quickly, and that my body doesn't crash every time I'm done with a run.
It will be a bittersweet day when I say "I used to be able to run for miles, not anymore though." I say bittersweet because if that day comes I may be an old woman and if I am privileged enough to live that full of a life then that is a gift the Lord gave me. However, that is the swift way of life, and moving around becomes less and less easy.
I love running because I can feel what it is like to have the kind of determination it takes to meet goals and fulfill aspirations. It clears my head for other areas of my life that can be stressful (aka: support-raising) and it helps motivate me to keep striving in that arena of my life as well.
I keep running to feel better in my skin, to eliminate stress that is not needed, to be fresh in motivation for the goals I've set in my life, and to thank God for blessing me with an able body. Much worship is done on my runs, I often listen to music that allows me to completely be alone with God and express to him my love and gratitude for his presence in my life.
So yeah, I love running.
All to God
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