Special Visitor

Asher came to visit last week.

Needless to say, my week was consumed by this cutie bum and very little else. 

Freedom

I was going for a run this morning and I started to really think about what it is about running that I love some much. 

One word came to mind.

Freedom.

When I run I get to decide how fast and how long I go. 

I get to say where I venture on and what direction I will go.

I get to decide if I listen to music or myself breath with nature.

And I get to decide when I've had enough. 

There is nothing else in life like this.

School tells you how and what to do. 

Work tells you where and when to be there.

You tell yourself what you believe you can or cannot do.

Life is full of things that hold us back-disappointment, pain, fear...

But when I run, for a moment none of that matters.


For a small moment of my life, 
I feel completely free.