I love to run. My favorite is to run in the countryside with my two dogs by my side. If they are with me I feel completely safe even if I´m out all alone on a country road some place. One of them runs a little ahead of me, eager to get going, the other runs right next to me with a pleasant dog smile on her face. I think they both enjoy it as much as I do.
I love to listen to my favorite music and when I run, I start out gently and then once I´m warmed up I get to my own speed and my thoughts flow freely, there is nothing to do, nowhere to be, I just run and watch the beauty in front of me. Sometimes I feel as if I´m flying.
My run feels effortless and strong. I don´t run very fast when I run outside, I tend to run faster on the treadmill. I´m not sure why really, but it seems to happen by itself.
I started to run when my mother died. It was the only thing that would keep me sane. I felt as if I would explode. For a while I felt happy only when I ran. The first year especially, running was the only place where I felt joy. Now over four years later I´m happy at other times too, but I do love running.