Going through some items as I was preparing to pack them away for our move to the new house, I came across some old books.
If there's one thing I love more than anything, it's a good, worn-in, old book.
The sheer amount of books I own got me to thinking about the various things people collect. I love to collect books, and unique pens (fountain specifically).
My runs? I think of them as collecting moments.
Maybe that thought sounds too idyllic and romantic and Pollyanna-ish for you, but for me, it's exactly right.
I run to collect moments. All for myself.
That run in the rain, where I got soaked and loved it. The moment I crossed that first finish line. The high five I got from my son after a 5K. Laughing so hard on a long run with friends, I forgot what mile we were on. The quiet, and dark hours alone in the mornings where it seems I am the only person in the world who is awake and on the road.
Getting a hug after I ran a slow four miles with a good friend after the Boston Marathon last year. Running up Peter's Hill with my now marathon partner talking about wanting to run Boston.
Those are just some of the moments I've already collected.
I don't run for the running. I run for everything I find there.