A Runner's Soul

I may not have the stereotypical runner's body (yet!), but as I returned from my time out on the road today, I realized that deep down, my soul runs. When I run, I love to be outside, to feel my legs move, to be ever-so-grateful that I am able to do this.

When I started out on May 1st, 2005, my ONLY goal was to learn to enjoy running, a task I'd hated as long as I could remember. It's nice to know I'm here.

The Dead of Night

Whether at home, or at work, there are times, usually around 2 or 3 in the morning, that my anxiety kicks in. Now, it could be anything from "is everything as good as it seems?" to specificities of "what if I don't finish the half ironman in time in 4 weeks?". The "thought tornado" which has also been termed the "thoughtvalanche" by an understanding colleague, just takes off.

So no big thoughts today, just little ones, passing through...