Running was my way to feel power in a life where I had none.
I converted emotional pain into miles ran. It was become fit or surrender, and I was born with warrior spirit.
Running was living, it was feeling the power to leave anytime I needed to, to escape the confines of walls and feel the open road. In time I hoped to run not away yet toward, not from home but for it, for then I will have found sanctuary in my own self and in this world.
I run to feel, to feel the air and the earth, to feel the rain and absorb the hues of the daylight.
Running was my dance, the way my spirit choose to fly, to weave itself into the uplifting natural world and find the peace I needed, the inner serenity to overcome and succeed.
I was born with a soul of pure energy, one that glows all the brighter when running upon these sacred paths.
Running was my joy, especially in those times of sprint finishes. I loved the feeling of speed, of accessing my reserve tank when the opposition was all out.
I run, feet kissing the land. Perhaps a little while ago I would have balked at idea of running so far and fast, now I relish the prospect. These feet were made to travel at speed and as light as the paws of a lioness. Breathing steady, heart strong - this girl was born to run.