Running. I hated it growing up. I used to rejoice when my asthma dr would write a “sick note” to the school saying I couldn’t participate in the mile run required in gym.
Not anymore. I’m addicted to running. The feeling. The reflection. The feeling of flying.
Now running is my therapy.
Give a girl the right pair of shoes, and she can conquer the world.
Running is my reminder in life that if I face the doubt, I’ll crush it and soar.
What if I fall? Oh but my darling, what if you fly?
Runners high is the best medicine. The most amazing pick-me-up.
Running is a reminder to always push my self a little harder then I think possible.
…you are braver then you believe, you are stronger then you seem, and smarter then you think.
-Winnie The Pooh
Running helps me reclaim my body and see it as strong, capable, and victorious.
Running makes me fly, above all life’s worries and cares.
Running reminds me to live in a forward direction, only lookin back to see how far I’ve come.
Running challenges me to have grace on my body.
Running ignites a fire of confidence.
Running reminds me to thank God, for my good health and endurance to run not just 6 miles, but the race of life.
Keep running the race that is set before you with endurance.
Running is a physical reminder that training and conditioning the body and mind is essential in not just a race, but in every aspect of life.
Everything is possible for one who believes.