Here is why I love to run.
I left my house wondering if this was indeed a good idea, it was slippery out. As I made my way and found my stride I came across unruly drivers, all trying to beat the rush hour traffic. Stop signs are exceptionally dangerous, but I carried on. When I made it to my target, the park, I was welcomed by the sound of a frozen puck slapping the sideboards. I looked up and saw a perfectly lit outdoor rink, equipped with boys skating with hockey sticks. Truly a Canadian sight. It felt great. So I carried on my run, having felt that seeing this sight was why I pushed myself to run to the park.
The leg home was tough. Uphill and not as scenic as the park. As I ran towards home I couldn’t wait for the run to end. Just then, I look up and see a fellow runner. My heart sang, I was not alone. Someone else was out here, braving the cold, the elements, to run. I felt a kinship and ran the next couple blocks with her in site. When I felt my confidence grow I started for the last few blocks home.
As I rounded out my run in front of my house I felt accomplished, exercised and happy for the sights I’d seen.
It’s amazing what you can see when you don’t set out to look for it.