I threw away my weekly schedules. I stopped setting goals for time and distance. I just ran - when I felt like it - as far as I wanted - as fast as felt good. And something strange happened. I actually ran better, and experienced more joy, with each run.
Running became something greater. I found myself letting go of worries and concentrating on joy. I found beauty in unexpected ways on my runs.
Today, I went for a run. I ran for joy on a crisp, sunny winter's day. I ran through the winding trails and bridal paths of Umstead State Park. I ran because I felt like running. I ran as far as I wanted. I ran as fast as I wanted. In the end, I ran just over a half marathon, without even knowing it. Strangely, I'm not even tired.
I don't know where my running is taking me, but I'm enjoying the journey.