Today is National Running Day. I'll be running 6 miles to celebrate.
To commemorate this event, I created a word cloud of images or ideas that come to mind when I run. I realize it's fuzzy. You can click on it to see it better.
I didn't start running until I was in my early 30s. I was amazed at what my "old" body could do when I asked it to perform like that. Wow, would I ever like to have that "old" body back now.
I have never run fast, far or flawlessly. In fact, I'm slow, and I never know how a run will end, even if I'm running an identical route to the day before. It could be great; it could be terrible. And my style is sometimes wonky. I hardly pick up my knees or feet.
I can run a half marathon at age 49. And yes, I am proud of that.
John Bingham once said,
"The miracle isn't that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start."
Today I join with millions of others who know the thrill of which I'm speaking. I run for all of the words in the cloud. I run because there is nothing else like it on earth. If I could have one natural talent, one gift given for sheer personal enjoyment, it would not be a mansion or expensive car or vacation home or lucrative career. I would choose to run like the wind. "Dear God. When I get to heaven, please let me be Your fleet-footed messenger!" And I would run like the young Clark Kent in this, one of my favorite movie clips ever: