It also means the occasional sunset that takes my breath away. The one that begs me to stop. Stop running, stop stretching, stop thinking...and simply feel.
Feel it yet? Friday, March 19, 2010
A Familiar Place
Running on the track at Rose Hill means that spring has officially begun. With it comes the familiar smell of the wet field, dads pitching softballs to the little girls who are learning to hit, and the conversation inside my head to convince myself that I love to run. It means reprogramming my iPod to play songs that will inspire me to reach whatever new goal I've set for the spring.
It also means the occasional sunset that takes my breath away. The one that begs me to stop. Stop running, stop stretching, stop thinking...
Feel it yet?
It also means the occasional sunset that takes my breath away. The one that begs me to stop. Stop running, stop stretching, stop thinking... Feel it yet? 