No motorways to run across this morning, just a dark golf course, footpaths, one small stretch of busy road and a few deserted ones. It's nice to be back home.
There was one brief moment when I was running up a path this morning with trees and grass either side of me and one street light illuminating a small part of it. It really felt like I was running through a magical world at that moment.
Those are the moments that make running special to me.
What I realised at that moment is the importance of things that are growing, living and breathing.
Running on roads next to cars doesn't actually inspire me. However, running in, or close, to nature inspires me tremendously. It make me feel truly alive.
No comments:
Post a Comment