Running has taken me so far, and yet somewhat ironically, I always wind up back at home. It’s both physical and metaphorical. You can see where you are going and have gone, but what lasts is what you feel. And, of course, a few photos on Instagram.
Where has running taken you?
This is something I often think about while on my morning run, whether exploring nature or soaking in the sites around whatever city I’m in. To answer this question at times, I’ve found myself picturing (in the most literal sense possible) my feet. It gives me a sense of direction. And upon looking back at these images, I can actually tell a lot about a run and what it meant to me on a given day.
As a fun little exercise, I thought I’d share these snapshots here with you.
Rise and shine. Some mornings, all you want to do is sleep. Others, the city beckons, and you feel it from start to finish.
And while some mornings are gray and dull, others illuminate the soul (and skin).
Even in the rain, it’s important to find color and happiness.
And to also find ways to veer off the path and into the leaves.
Don’t underestimate the power of a good stretch, mid- or post-run.
Or the power of compression shorts and other things that make you uncomfortable.
When you feel it, feel it completely.
And when you feel the love, embrace it fully.
There are times when the sensation of finishing a run is nearly as great as the beginning.
And times when the middle is so hard that you just have to stop and smell the street roses.
Some mornings feel like fate, like when a diehard Michigan fan runs into a maize and blue moment.
Some feel like a movie. I’m imagining Annie Hall.
Or maybe The Godfather. Long Island always makes me think of that movie (and book).
On certain days, it feels as though the street is mocking you. Yawn.
Or, you know, telling you something else. Really bluntly.
Or providing you with a sense of child-like glee.
Remember injuries? Sometimes, the streets do that to you too.
So, you get off the streets and take to the beach instead.
Because even in the face of pain, spring always comes around again.
And in doing so, you’re reminded of something great.
And rekindle that peace of mind that running has and always will bring you.
What are your top three reasons for running? What do you think about while you run?