I wish I could take a camera with me when I run.
As I'm running up the monsterous hill behind our neighborhood, I look up at the sun. It's slightly overcast, but the rays and colors were stunning. I got to the top, wishing I had a camera, but knowing no picture could do the moment justice. The combination of running, the beauty and the sense of accomplishment was amazing.
I also realized I have a new high.
Running. Seriously. I remember back in high school our cross country coach kept trying to get me to run. I always thought it was boring and, other than losing/maintaining weight, it was pointless.
Tonight was my second night running. I call it running, but it's more intervals of walking, jogging and full out running. After I realized I ran a mile (I know, I know, it's just a mile) I decided it wasn't so bad. It was exhilarating pushing myself that extra little bit when I thought I couldn't anymore.
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