The Journey

I may have new sights to see or unexplored pavements to run but no matter where my journey takes me, up hills, down into valley's, across rivers or along jagged cliffs, I will always love feeling the pavement passing under my feet, the sound of my heartbeat in my ears and my lungs burning for air. Because it's not where my journey will take me but how I finish that matters. Strong. 

Reflection

Finishing strong from my run has shaped my life.  It took me from a dark place in my mind to a light place. Not a bright glaring light but a dim light that grows brighter and brighter as I live my life.  As I reflect back on my experience it has taught me that I can accomplish great things. Even things that are hard. Things I never imagined or dreamed possible.
Running is one of those things. It has become a way of life for me. My time. I can reflect, ponder and even resolve my life's greatest challenges when running. Finishing strong has made me feel better about myself and my circumstances in life. The stresses of my life are diminishing and I physically feel stronger too. I am proud of myself. I am continually gaining confidence, energy and a positive disposition on life. I am on my way up to the top of my world. I have a new hunger for life and running feeds that hunger, my heart and soul. Nothing can stop me now. I am motivated by the good feelings that running brings in to my life. To feel better and be better.

 

 

Finishing Strong

 My lungs burned for air, my feet ached for a massage and I all I could hear was the sound of my heartbeat in my ears as I took by first run of spring. My energy was diminishing. It took all I had to round that last corner on the paved trail. My chest pounded for relief but all I could focus on was the fence straight ahead of me. It was a symbol of my finish line.
I could see it as clear as the bright yellow sun but my body was screaming at me to slow down. My thoughts started leading me away from my goal to finish strong what I had started strong. Nobody is watching, I can walk. I deserve to walk. I need to walk. I can't do it. I started to feel defeated. How could I let such thoughts and feelings get the best of me. I had come so far. Why would I let myself down now. I could do it. The finish was in sight.
In that instant I felt a surge of energy in my legs and new life in my lungs. The time had come to push myself. To prove to myself, nobody else that I could finish strong what I had started strong.  The power in my legs made me want to run faster and longer. I began to sprint with my eyes focused on the fence. It was getting closer although time seemed to pass slowly. I was doing it. My heartbeat raged, my lungs felt like they were on fire and my feet were numb with pain. Only a few more steps and I could touch the fence. Then it happened. I gripped that fence with all my might with my bare hands. Nothing had ever felt so good to me. My finish line. I did it. I finished strong what I had started strong.