This weekend, in an attempt to get some fresh air and tag team on exercise, our family trekked over to Sawyer Camp Trail, one of our favorites these days.
I took a run while my husband and kids walked, scootered and inspected bugs. As I turned the corner of the trail at the end of my run, I saw my kids perched on a big rock. They bounced and cheered me on as I finished. The only feeling better than that is cheering them on.
I run but often hesitate to call myself a runner. I don’t necessarily log a lot of miles , run to cross finish lines or set PRs, but running is a form of meditation for me. I was reminded of that this week.
Here’s why I run:
-I run to quiet the chatter and listen to the stillness of my mind.
-I run to keep up with my kids. And I can’t wait for the day when they can run with me (and blaze by me!)
-I run to show my kids that I’m strong and that fitness is important and worth making time for.
-I run to push myself to do something I think I can’t do.
-I run when I’m stuck — figuring out a problem or searching for inspiration.
-I run after I’m called in after my first mammogram for some “follow-up” images. (update: no news = good news!)
-I run to celebrate life, to celebrate moving.
-I run now because one day I won’t be able to.
-I run for my kids.
-I run for those who can’t.
-I run for me.