With today being National Running Day, I knew I wanted to wake up and get some miles in before it got too hot. I set out for my old familiar 5k loop around the neighborhood, and I felt pretty comfortable from the start. I listened to music on my run for the first time in a long time, and giggled when my fist-pumping song came on during the last .25 miles. I spent some time focusing on my form, and keeping my stride short, but mostly I just enjoyed it all for what it was.
After my run, I sat and reflected for a bit on what running means to me. I realized that today's run was purely for fun... and it hit me that I couldn't remember the last time I set out on a run simply for the love of running. I've been running to beat stress, I've been running because I was training for a race, I've been running because I felt guilty for overindulging. But none of those things gave me the joy that today's simple 5k did. There was no competition or pressure, no "should" or "have to". It just was, and it was everything that I needed. For that, I am grateful.
|My race shirt from the Philadelphia Half says it all.|