Personal Narrative: Where I Had To Run

Four miles in and I've never felt better. Trailing through the woods, kicking up leaves, leaping out of my Brooks at the sound of a waking animal. This is where my soul feels at home. As I begin to look around out of pure boredom or maybe fascination, I become aware and alive. My eyes are captured by the swaying of trees and the purple weeds standing out amongst the greenery. In these moments, I appreciate so much more. The ability and talent I have to run, the trees that grant me a patch of shade on my 7 mile tempo run, and the neighbor who waves that gives me the motivation to finish my run strong. These moments have built me. My positive spirits and genuine heart have stemmed from beautiful and simple moments like these. To be a runner