Why I Really Run

This morning I ran on our "new to us" fancy treadmill for the first time. We were very blessed to store this beauty temporarily for some great friends. It comes in handy for days when I can't run outside. I plugged in my podcast and started jogging. It wasn't long before I had been visited FOUR times by two little boys, who desperately wanted a turn. One of those times was to inform me that a toilet was plugged. It was then that I remembered why I run. 

I don't run because I love sucking air, my side cramping and sweat dripping down my shirt. It isn't because I love having my legs feel so tired for the next two days that I can barely walk upstairs to bed at night. And it definitely isn't because I'm a naturally born runner.

I run for three reasons.

 1) I have a serious and steady relationship with dark chocolate. And an occasional flirtation with    

      Boba.

 2) I get to be ALONE

      - to think

      - to pray

      - to listen to an entire podcast without someone telling me the toilet is overflowing

3) I love to be outside and CO weather, though schizophrentic at times, is much more conducive to this in January than South Dakota. 

Running (READ: slowly jogging down steep hills and panting up them) helps me be a better mom. That, and a lot of dark chocolate...

Now to tackle that toilet go out for burgers...and possibly put a lock on the basement door before tomorrow's run. :)