Since I can't fly

I run. People often find that weird. I get it, I get that it is weird. I still run and more importantly, I love it. 

I run to de-stress, to feel myself within my body, to be more present in the world I occupy, to dream without limits, to connect with where I am. 

I love the way running makes me think about my body, the way it focuses me on the bits that feel good and what isn't working properly. An ache here and a niggle there become focal points of discomfort when you are running. I know that if I can work through them and let them go when I run, then I can let whatever is causing them in real life go as well. 

I can dream, imagine, drift away more easily when I am running. My mind is free from all the distractions that usually derail my imagination, but I don't have enough energy to create the drama's and disaster scenarios that my brain usually concocts for me. Running feeds and frees my imagination and lets it fly.

I love being out in my environment, part of the world. I love the opportunity to be on my own enjoying the vast expanse of the sky above me, then ground beneath my feet. To smell the air and be a part of the seasons changing, to take a slower view of my world. To see the little touches people embellish their homes and gardens with, to experience part of their stories. 

So yes I get why people think I am weird, my two feet, trainers, heart racing whatever the weather, but it's my kind of weird and I like it.