Wallowa Lake 1980 Let's just get it out in the open now - I love to run! You won't find me out at five a.m. with expensive running gear running ten miles a day; and although I would love to run a marathon someday, I will leave that to someone else - for now!
Running is about freedom, time, health, strength, and the elements. I am the type of woman you would see in a dress and high heels running from her car to the restaurant, or running with her grocery cart and jumping on the cart to catch a free ride. I run when I clean the house and when I forget something. I run with my girls, through the mall, up stairs, and around every corner.
This weekend I went to see the Bridge to Tarabithia, the opening scene is of a young boy running through the open fields near his home. I was immediately reminded that my love of running started as soon as I could walk. I ran up stairs, through hallways, in the family rooms, kitchens. I was the little girl with the goose eggs on her for head. The one that never watched where she was going, because she thought every path should be free from obstacles. At age six, we moved to the country. With open fields and back wood trails, I was in running heaven. There were no walls or furniture, just the tall grass under my feet, the wind through my hair, and as much area as I wanted for running.
The fields and tall grass I once ran through have been replaced with walks and short runs through the streets of Montreal, sprinting to the park with my girls, or chasing them through the house. I have moved, but my spirit and soul continue to find moments when I can capture that freedom. The moment I begin to see running as a burden I will see life as a burden. I am the woman who believes that running isn't about exercises; running is about personal freedom, personal joy, and being content with the way others judge you.
Running is about freedom, time, health, strength, and the elements. I am the type of woman you would see in a dress and high heels running from her car to the restaurant, or running with her grocery cart and jumping on the cart to catch a free ride. I run when I clean the house and when I forget something. I run with my girls, through the mall, up stairs, and around every corner.
This weekend I went to see the Bridge to Tarabithia, the opening scene is of a young boy running through the open fields near his home. I was immediately reminded that my love of running started as soon as I could walk. I ran up stairs, through hallways, in the family rooms, kitchens. I was the little girl with the goose eggs on her for head. The one that never watched where she was going, because she thought every path should be free from obstacles. At age six, we moved to the country. With open fields and back wood trails, I was in running heaven. There were no walls or furniture, just the tall grass under my feet, the wind through my hair, and as much area as I wanted for running.
The fields and tall grass I once ran through have been replaced with walks and short runs through the streets of Montreal, sprinting to the park with my girls, or chasing them through the house. I have moved, but my spirit and soul continue to find moments when I can capture that freedom. The moment I begin to see running as a burden I will see life as a burden. I am the woman who believes that running isn't about exercises; running is about personal freedom, personal joy, and being content with the way others judge you.
When I run I feel free.
When I run I feel strong.
When I run I feel strong.
When I run, I feel joy.
When I run, I run for me.
When I run, I run for me.
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