It’s my alone time. My me time.
My sanctuary. My therapy.
When I can think without being interrupted. Or not think at all.
It’s when I feel most myself.
I’ve laughed on runs. I’ve cried.
I’ve picked up leaves or acorns for my kids.
I’ve thought about my grandfather who passed when I was 15. I felt like he was running with me. Like he would be proud of me.
It’s when I get to take care of me. So I can be healthier. And live longer.
It’s when I get to be in nature. See the animals.
It’s when I get to listen to what I want.
And the endorphins. Runners high is no joke.
I’m calmer after a run, especially with my kids.
Running makes me a better mom.
A better person.
A better me.