Made to run

Here I am talking about running.  Who ever thought I'd be into running before the past year, I'll give you a penny if you did.  So as many know I began a journey of running short distance races last year.  This is a very big deal in my life since I before February 2010 had never ran a full mile without stopping. EVER!!!  I'm not here to discuss the journey right now, maybe later or I'll email you a letter I sent out last year.  I am here to say, I think I was made to run.  I hate running most of the time.  Sometimes I really want to run.  Its funny thinking back on my younger years and how every once in a while I'd just feel like running.  I would go a few steps and then be out of breath and start walking or go back.  Even now there are times when I've slowed down on my training and just have the urge to run.  I usually say "I need to run." That's just my body telling me come on girl I need you to move! Now I'm not saying I was born to be a track star and I'm heading to these races to win the prizes they are giving out.  I am winning a whole lot more at the race or in the gym, I'm winning that leg burn (I kinda like it), I'm winning some mental strength of I can do this, and I'm winning some spiritual strength of "dear God please run with me." I can honestly say I think God made me to run.  I have legs and arms and lungs and a heart beat, so I'll run while I can happy or sad I'll run.