National Runner's Day

OK. I am about to get way too chirpy and reminiscent....so this is your warning if you either a) don't enjoy running or b) woke-up a little on the crabby side and don't want to read a post by someone who is feeling a little chirpy this morning.

Today is National Runner's Day. I know. Cheesy. But, I love it nonetheless. A day devoted to all of us crazy over-the-top, Type A personalities who love nothing more than a butt-kicking, sweaty run. A day to have an excuse to talk about running. Although I manage to talk about it enough, even without a day devoted to it.

Running is more to me than just a run though. More than just a way to burn some calories. A good run to me is like a cleanse, a reset, a prayer. Although I wear a watch and look at it frequently, it is so much more than measuring the amount of time I run. It's more about reclaiming it. No matter how out of balance I feel as I take my first steps and even out my stride, I eventually hit that place where it all just flows. I love the wind in my face, the burn in my lungs, and the smell of sweat mixed with sunscreen. It is my chance to be free. To get away from the things that are weighing me down, distracting me, overwhelming me.

Running restores my equilibrium, returns me to myself and quiets the noise in my head. I return from my runs a better version of me...and a MUCH more patient one. Taking off for a run isn't about leaving anything behind, but maybe just leaving it alone for an hour or so while I refill my cup. Running is so much a part of me, it scares me to think of a time I may not be able to do it. I know this post will be annoying to 70% of the people who read this. And you are missing out. :) But to those 30% who do get it.....can I get an A-M-E-N!