As I was driving home from church today, I couldn’t contain my joy at the glorious sunshine shining down on me. These short, gray Michigan winter days can get depressing all stacked up on each other like they sometimes do. So the sun? A welcome sight.
I was due to run some intervals at the gym today. On the treadmill. Not my favorite place to run, but sometimes it’s necessary. But with the sun shining down, I knew I’d have to pass on the treadmill and embrace the glorious gift of a day we’d been given. I just had to run outside. In the sun. And the fresh air. The treadmill will always take a backseat to the outdoors.
And it was exactly what I needed. What a fun run! It was the epitome of why I fell in love with running in the first place:
- Me, alone with nature
- Breathing in, breathing out
- One foot in front of the other
- No time to beat
- No mileage to hit
- Just me. Running.
I set off with the goal of running for an hour. Didn’t care how far I went. Didn’t care if I set a PR. I just wanted to run. So I did. And it felt so wonderful.
I did turn on MapMyRun on my phone and stuck it in my pocket. It didn’t come out until I got back to my car, at 65 minutes (including my five-minute cool-down walk). Just over six miles, and 630 calories burned. Good numbers. But the way I feel is even greater.
“I always loved running … It was something you could do by yourself, and under your own power. You could go in any direction, fast or slow as you wanted, fighting the wind if you felt like it, seeking out new sights just on the strength of your feet and the courage of your lungs.” ~Jesse Owens