The sound of my feet on the ground.

The way you forget everything but the run.

The sound of my breathing.

The beep of my watch as I hit a mile.

The look of the road after a rain storm.

The smell of the outdoors, summer… winter… it doesn’t matter.

The sweat that accompanies the run.

The way my dog looks at me when I get home from my run in the morning.

The silence.

I love how my mother and husband ask how my run went that morning.

I love everything about my runs. Peaceful, serene AND they give me time to think. Side note: Go check out sneakers and finger paints — I was featured over there on Monday!

Thanks for listenin. Have a good one!