With every step I run, the past flies behind me.
Past hurts, past mistakes, past inferiority lost into the background.
With every step, I am stronger than before.
The steps become steps of joy, joy to be alive.
And so, running becomes a metaphor for life:
What I put in, I get back 10-fold.
I am shown time and time again that I can accomplish much more than I ever thought possible.
I learn what true mindfulness really means:
It is the feeling of my breath, the breeze, my feet on the ground, and the sights around me as I fly by.
I learn that in moments of doubt, I’m my own worst enemy.
In times of strength, I can push myself to unforeseen heights.
All this I owe to running.