Every other morning, I get up and run. I don’t run very fast. Or very far. Or for very long.
In fact, unlike a lot of runners I know, I don’t love it. Sure, running helps me quiet the thoughts rambling around in my brain, but I never get that “high” I hear so much about. Maybe I’m doing it wrong…
Instead, I seem to be counting down the minutes to when I’m done, because then I can sit down on my porch in the early morning air, and watch the bumblebees going about their business in my garden- even this late in the summer. That little bit of calm before I start my day. That’s what I’ve found I love about running- the quiet after.
Happy Love Thursday!