I had forgotten why I love being a runner.
Chatting to a friend the other day she told me she was seriously considering just going for a run. The first run in her life.
Oh and then I remembered.
My life before running.
The wishing I was. The hoping I could. The wanting to be that woman. That woman with her hair tied up and running strong.
And all it took was one run. And I was her.
I mustn't forget. I must not forget how good running is for me. And how good it is too me. My shoes always there ready to go ... Loyal and ready. Stinky ... And loyal and ready.
If it's been a while, go.
If you've never gone, go.