Run

It wasn't until recently that I truly discovered the joy that it is to run. Granted, my positivity about doing so isn't always there. AVH and AW can attest to the fact that I've had my fair share of complaints about the activity when we go out for our jogs. But deep down, I know there's something freeing about it.

Ask me about my opinion of the sport a year or two ago, I'd probably smirk. It was a punishment in the activities I had participated in, so why would I do it for fun?

Fast forward to today.

To say the least my week has not been easy. The weight of heavy thoughts. Lack of sleep. Students causing problems. Discussions with parents. (Though, compared to that of the bombings in Boston, my week has been fabulous.) All enough to make me burst at the seams. I could feel pent up energy and adrenaline pulsating it's way through my body. For the first time in a while I looked forward to running my 3ish miles.

I began.

My feet tapping the pavement.
Legs getting stiff
Heart pounding.
Breathing getting heavy.

I always wondered what my face looked like to the cars passing by...meh, who said running had to be attractive.

My thoughts soon moved to everything that brought me down this week.

I ran harder.

Each word that was said.
Each action that was done.

I ran harder.

All I wanted to do was to keep running.
Let it go.
I felt a sense of freedom.
I kept telling myself, The more you run the farther away the worries will be.

Running, running, running.

And turn.

My journey back began.

Despite a painful side-ache or two on my return, I did it. As I slowed to my cool-down I could feel the endorphins exploding inside my head.

To be blessed with such a marvelous ability to move is overwhelming.
A gift that I know I truly take for granted.