I Run Because

After my morning coffee and a skim over emails, my body was raring to go.  I quickly checked the outside temperture.  Six o’clock a.m., and 61 degrees.  Sweet.  We’ve been so blessed this week with beautiful weather.  It twitterpates me. 

Twitterpated

”to giggle or tremble with excitement or the like;

to be in a flutter…”

I changed into my gear and finished up my last sip of coffee.  I grabbed my iphone and arm band, my water, and stepped outside into the darkness.  Only a slight hint of morning sky to the east.  Good.  I’m just in time for the “coming attractions.”

After a brisk five-minute warmup walk, I began my run.  Slowly at first, paying attention to my not-30-something-anymore body, and waited for the signals to switch gears, rev the engine.

The morning was my own.  A pink wash filled the sky.  The cleansing had begun.  Like a sublime sanctuary.  Ethereal.  My mind and body transcended with each step into my own private universe of light, sound, air and tailored cadence.  Waves of symmetry elevating me to an inner sense of peace, balance, strength and power.

I’m alive!  

This is living at its best.

And when I finished up my run, I walked for a couple of minutes allowing my heart rate to return to normal – what is normal, anyway?  I stopped at my back steps and stretched.  And stretched...and stretched.  Slowly...my eyes shut... opening now and then to drink in the beautiful morning sky. 

This.  All of this.

This is why I run.