Happy National Running Day, friends!! It's a beautiful, hot and humid day in Houston today, so in order to really take advantage of this run happy holiday, I had to get up and at 'em before the sun came up. Thank goodness for wonderful friends who held me accountable for a 5:30 hill sprint workout :)
I'm linking up with Cori today (and a whole bunch of other happy runners!) to do a bit of reflecting in honor of today's holiday. Some of you guys may be thinking "That's stupid. National Running Day isn't a holiday." And that's ok. Everyone's entitled to have their own opinions and feelings about running. But for me, running has changed my life in so many ways. I'm grateful for the opportunity to run everyday (alright, almost everyday), but when everyone- runners, joggers, yoggers, walkers, crawlers- is making a chance to get out there on this one special day, well that just makes me feel amazing to be a part of something so big!
I run for these guys. Max was my very first running partner 5 years ago and he'll always be the best. He runs at just the right pace, stays right by my side, and is the epitome of loyalty. I'm so thankful for the times that I can take him out with me. Lady...well, she goes a little too fast for me, she darts all over the road, tries to chase every car, bus, and squirrel within a 50 yard radius... but she's a good girl, too.
I run for so many reasons. I can't get enough of that post-tough-run euphoria. There's something about that utterly-exhausted, got-nothing-left, can't-feel-my-legs, can't-take-another-step feeling that makes me feel absolutely rejuvenated! On the other hand, I love those times where running seems to come easily enough that I can enjoy the scenery around me. I've been lucky enough to run in some pretty fantastic places (some of those places I will return to in a couple of weeks- photos to follow). Once I started running, I found that I noticed and appreciated so much more along these familiar roads and paths than I ever had before. Who knew I loved wildflowers and ducks so much?!
Lots of times I'm not feeling the run. I'm. Just. Not. But afterwards?! It's almost as though someone had been spiking my gatorade along the way. I feel alive. I feel like my senses have been heightened. I feel like I can take on the day. I have more patience, more compassion, more tolerance, more energy! Always? No. But more often than not.
And of course, probably one of the main reasons...
Because, have you SEEN the calorie count on the back of Ben and Jerry's?! Me neither. But I'm sure it's not pretty...
So. Why do you run?