I try to kid myself into thinking I'm some sort of athlete, but I'm not.
At best I'm a reluctant runner.
I'm not graceful, I certainly don't look good doing it.
But I simply cannot handle being the version of myself that doesn't go.
Some days its hard to get out the door and it doesnt seem worth the effort.
But then there are days like today.
Today was beautiful.
The smell of Autumn in the air, of leaves crisping and sunshine.
Today I flew. It didn't matter that my lungs were bursting or that my legs were on fire.
Today was me and God, thinking over life, rifling through the past few months.
Today was refreshing and relaxing and oh so good.
And somewhere around the 5 km mark, I knew I would be back.
Today was the reason that I will run again tomorrow, and the day after.
Not because its easy. But because its worth it.