Monday morning found me in the desert logging 7.5 miles.
Surrounded by the most breathtaking views.
Sun rising as I ran; red glow, clear air.
I focused on my mechanics.
The planting of my feet,
the moving of my hips,
the rhythm of my breath.
At least 5 of my runs each week are spent on the treadmill.
It’s just the nature of my life.
When given the chance to log miles outside, I feel completely free and unencumbered in a way that’s almost impossible to articulate.
I recognize how lucky I am to have found this sweet spot in my life;
this place where I can quiet my head and hear my heart.
I am anxiously awaiting the clear, crisp fall air this Sunday morning as I stand at the starting line with 18,000 others for the chance to run 13.1 one more time this year.
And for these opportunities, the moments to run, I am incredibly grateful.