I have written about running before (here and here) and there is no one particular reason why I run. I like being active; feeling like I've done something productive before the day has even begun (since I only run in the mornings). I love to eat, especially sweets (made with wholesome healthy ingredients of course - wink, wink), so I run so that I can have that naptime piece of cake. I run to get some much needed peace and quiet. (It can get quite loud sometimes with 5 excitable dogs, 4 yowling cats, and 1 happy/unhappy toddler.) I run because it feels good (mainly that part happens when I am running downhill) and it makes me appreciate my healthy capable body. I also run just to see what I can see, to get a much needed dose of nature, to catch the gorgeous sunrise, to enjoy the quiet of the neighborhood before the hustle and bustle of the day begins. To smile at the dark silhouette of a bushy tailed squirrel sitting on a bare oak branch. To marvel at the beauty of frost tipped blades of grass sparkling in the bright morning sun. To catch the colors of nature, visible more so now after the leaves have fallen from the trees - burgundy fuzzy sumac buds, bright yellow and reddish-orange bittersweet, the quick glimpse of an iridescent blue as a jay darts through the branches. To admire the paper birches, their white trunks contrasting vividly against a clear blue sky. And I know that every time I run, I will see another sight that encourages me to keep moving, to breathe deeply, to appreciate this world. Luckily, running because I have to is not one of the reasons why I run. And perhaps that makes me appreciate it even more.
(An old picture of my sidekick who also loves to run.)