Running.

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.

Surfing reminded me.

The adrenaline. The bliss. The joy.

Uniting. Connecting.

With myself.

With Nature.

With others.

 

Running.

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