I’m gonna be honest. Sometimes I wish I could be a fast and serious runner. The early-corral-assignment, knows-all-of-her-PRs-by-heart, badass type of runner. But the longer I do it, the more I realize that it’s just not in the cards for me. I’m slow. Running doesn’t come naturally for me. Plus, the only thing shorter than my stride is my attention span. So I continue to happily settle for being a distracted runner.
The thing I love the most about running is that every run brings something surprising and new along the way. What a gift that is! You just have to approach it with open eyes and heart. Like this morning, for example. This morning I went for a soggy run and got to enjoy some lovely post-storm remnants. How many times do you get to have life throw blossoms at your feet??
And check out this other beauty along my route. This was the only bloom on a full, mature tree. Somebody’s gotta be brave enough to go first.
But it was this rain-soaked surprise that made me laugh out loud:
Oh my gosh, the treasures I find from the schools along my running routes are priceless.
While I do love running, I couldn’t help but think that this illustration pretty much sums up my relationship with actually training for races and trying to improve: YES! Reach that goal! Just a little higher! You can do it! Wait. Crap. Well, maybe I can. Maybe I can’t. Eh, no. Forget it.
Grace, I have you idea who you are, but thank you so much for the laugh. You are my spirit animal.