Freedom. That’s what it feels like – pure, joyous, open-road freedom. This is why I run. I’ve been trying to distill it down to something, to some clarity of sorts and I keep coming back to this. There’s a pulse and pace and rhythm to it and when the body is in synchronous motion, it is simply freedom.
I have signed up to be in a training group for our local half-marathon coming up in April and this is different. Each week there are specific types of runs that I must do and some are very difficult while others are easy.
In each case though, they are freedom and that is what is needed most days.
(to be continued)