Today, I ran.
I ran because I felt better--not great, but better, and I knew I needed it.
I ran because it was 58 degrees and sunny. In Cleveland that means you see convertibles with their tops down, students with shorts and flip flops, and everyone walking their dogs.
Today I ran because I've been outside all year, but for the first time in a long time, I was outside with shorts on.
I ran because I am scared.
I ran because I am still a little angry.
I ran because I knew I could pray at the same time. And sometimes my most focused prayers come when I run.
I ran because it made me feel better. I ran because for seven and a quarter miles, I just heard my heart beating, my iPod, the birds between songs, and my breath.
I ran and with every step on the pavement my chest seemed lighter and I noticed the buds on the trees of new beginnings and the end of a season.
I ran because it made me stronger, and because it reminded me of my strength.
As I ran back home with the sun at my back I ran with a shadow of a girl in front of me--she was tall and strong and you couldn't see her face--she didn't appear scared or worried but confident and powerful, and I wanted to catch her.
I ran because it makes me one step closer to being her.