I kind of wasn’t planning on running yesterday. I went to a kick ass cycle class before work, and hadn’t really wanted to run. But the weather was awesome, a perfect spring evening. I formed tentative plans with Amy, but she couldn’t make it after all. I decided to go out for at least a couple miles, because even a couple miles is better than no miles. I talked myself into it.
I don’t have solo runs as often as I used to, so it was nice to look around at the squirrels and rabbits and birds and enjoy the nature. After the first mile, I was feeling pretty good; my legs didn’t feel smashed like I thought they would after the hard cycle class. I decided to go at least 3 miles, maybe 4. I continued to feel pretty good, and really had a good run. I saw several other runners, and even had a wave with a runner across the road at one point.
Yesterday morning, I saw a post from a year ago, when I ran on the trails near my apartment for the first time. I had just moved to this apartment after my ex husband asked for a divorce. It was a huge time of change in my life, but I still remember that very first run on the trails. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have these beautiful, serene trails less than a half mile from my new home. I’ve spent a lot of time on those trails in the past year, lots of sweat, a fair share of tears, and even blood on that trail.
It’s been a year of change, a year of growth. Last night as I was finishing my run, I was happy. I am happy. I grabbed a couple sticks and a rock and set my phone up to take a picture, and decided at the last moment to run, instead of just posing. The result is the photo below.
I may not be the fastest, or the strongest, or the best runner, but I am a runner, and I am happy when I run. I run when I’m happy. I run when I’m sad. I run to clear my thoughts, and to think things through. Running will always be there for me, and those trails will always be ready.
My heart is happy and light, and it is because of the run.