Running isn’t my life.
Running is the post-it note on my fridge.
Running cuts through the fog.
Running is a dose of perspective;
a magnifying glass to the good things in life,
a wrecking ball to the bad.
Running chews up indecision and poops out clarity.
Running makes your legs hurt.
Running is a party, and everyone’s invited*.
Running just is, and sometimes that’s enough.
Running isn’t my life, but it is a lot of things.
Now for the clever bit. If you take the first letter of each line, it spells out “Rrrraarrrrr” which is exactly the sound I would make if I was trying to startle a bear. And that, my friend, is what running is really about.* …except Doug. He knows why.