I must run tomorrow. I will run tomorrow. I am running tomorrow.
I am not increasing my distance. I am not upping my pace. I am simply running. Feet pounding. Breathe forced. Legs burning. Running. Running. Running.
That is what zigzags through my head as I plan my tomorrow. Looking forward to it? Not necessarily. Dreading it? Not that either. Just plain old acceptance. I will run. I must run. I am running.
I love the freedom that comes amidst the work of running. I think when I run. I focus only on myself.
I push myself. It is between my mind and my body. No one is asked their opinion. For those sacred minutes- I am free to think about me.
I haven't thought about me exclusively for quite awhile. This is the one area of my life that I do.
I run for me.