Why?

I LOVE to run. Most people ask me why? It is a sport which bores most people and intimidates the rest.
I've always been in motion, ever since I can remember and as a kid loved to hear stories of how active I was. To this day, I can't stand to sit still or be bored. Running has been my outlet through the years to release frustration and also to think.
Running is a lonely sport, or so I've heard. But I find that I can come closer to my Father in Heaven by exercising and meditating. There is so much symbolism in running ; the path we run on, those with whom we run with, the length and difficulty of the run, the choices we make along the path, and so many more.
Enduring to the end.
Those final meters in the race, when you just feel like dying and giving up, can be so much more rewarding if we but endure.
My life has closely paralleled running. With the many steep hills, sweeping green slopes, dust in the lungs, mud in the shoes, and many joyous victories. I have enjoyed the good with the bad. And there were many bad. And so many more good. My companions along the way have changed, I have loved and treasured each one for different reasons, for who they are and what they have taught me.
As I enter this new chapter in my book of running I am eager to get out and run again, to feel the thrill of the hunt and the strategy of the game.