I didn’t want to run today. I was feeling down. Sad. Missing my husband. The weather matched my mood.
Rainy, overcast, windy.
I had more than enough good excuses to stay inside and feel sorry for myself.
I grabbed my shoes and loaded my ipod with a new playlist. I hit the road with permission to run as far or as short as my heart desired. No attachment to pace. The only goal was to get out of the house and away from my thoughts. The intention to simply run with the purpose of clearing my head and enjoying the run.
As I put one foot in front of the other, over and over, something started to happen. I began to feel better, to smile, to enjoy the music.
I started to feel strong.
With each raindrop that hit my skin, I felt refreshed.
Each time my feet hit the pavement I felt grounded.
So I kept running and running and running. I ran longer than I’ve run all year, faster than I normally run. It was the best run I’ve had in months.
All because I gave myself permission to run even though I didn’t want to. It was what my soul needed to remember what it felt like to be free.