I run to be alone and I run to return to the world a better person.
I run to ground myself and I run to be free.
I run to practice what I preach to my kids because they have too many things to fight for fitness.
I run to see the world from a different point of view.
I run for inspiration.
I run to keep it together and I run when I’m falling apart.
I run to maintain a resting heart rate of 56. Heart disease is prevalent on both sides of my family.
I run to focus and I run dream.
I run to do something with my friends besides drinking cocktails. OK, that’s not true. I run to do something healthy with my friends before we drink cocktails.
I run to stay sane on days when I feel anything but.
I run to create.
I run to release my demons and I run to capture my spirit.
I run to remind myself to focus on the moment.
I run to find my space and I run to be a small part of something much bigger than me.
I run because sometimes my legs tell me not to and I don’t like being told what to do.
I run to strengthen my body and I run to relax my mind.
I run to eat sea salt caramel pretzel ice cream.
I run to get away and I run to come home again.
And when the morning is still, the kids are asleep, and the sun is just beginning its climb toward the sky? I run because it makes me happy.