I always wanted to make my parents proud but lately I've been feeling a bit like a thief.
There is nothing like the feeling of an early morning run. That stillness as you slip out of the house while everyone else is asleep. The quiet as you moving along the road or trail seemingly the only one alive.
It feels a little bit like stealing.
Like stealing a little extra life.
I believe that running will allow me to live a longer life but I've also come to believe that running will allow me to live more of the life I have already been given. Those stolen hours that I might have otherwise slept away. Those evenings spent not in front of the tv mindlessly watching someone else live their lives but spent sweating, working and loving it! Some times with kiddos playing around my feet. Some times after their asleep in their beds, I'm stealing more life from the time I have.
When my non-running friends want to tell me how I am missing out on life by all this running I just smile in response knowing that I'm living far more life than they are probably dreaming of!