Running is the most authentic thing I know. It's just me and the run. The run unfolds itself before me with every step into a magical adventure. Sometimes it's therapy. Sometimes it's sightseeing. Sometimes it's just a crappy run. But the run is real and candid. It can't hide behind a bike, a machine or even an ego. You use own body to get from here to there, and maybe back again, different each time.
But there in lies the satisfaction. When I am done, sweaty and hopped up on endorphins, I can look back on the road, and claim the run as an accomplishment. You get what you put into it. And I love that.
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