It started for the joy.
Pre-run excitement. Mid-run bliss. Post-run ecstasy.
These feelings fuled my motivation.
But I began to expect myself to run.
To log miles. To hit times. To set paces.
Meeting these expectations becsame my motivation.
It’s what drove me out the door.
I got lost in these expectations.
Until I forgot why I run.
I forgot amidst anxiety.
Angst of “needing” to run.
Guilt of missing a day.
Regret of running too slow.
Fear of failing to meet MY expectations.
Surfing reminded me.
The adrenaline. The bliss. The joy.
I stopped runnning.
And then I started again.
With NO expectations.
For the Love.
Of Myself. Of Nature. Of the people I run with.
For the Joy.
Run…Surfing Across the World?: Canggu Beach in Bali, Indonesia