I like to run.  Some days I run slow.  Some days I run fast.  Some days I run hills and some days I run around the block and call it a day.  But there is one thing that’s a given, if I start my run in a foul mood I will bet my Garmin 405 that within 18 minutes I’ll be flying high and will be one happy camper.  Simply put, running makes me happy.

I mean really happy.  Kind of in a manic, hyper, almost medicated way.  At the 2 mile mark, as the stress and whatever melts away, I’m left in a happy place.  I want to send nice emails to people, I want to call my mother and more importantly, I want to keep running.

I’ve said this before that not every run is a great run.  But even as I’m struggling with the “running” part of the run,  those little endorphins are swimming in my system and even after the worst run ever, I don’t feel bad.  I may be sore and frustrated or hot and tired but I’m still happy that I ran.  And happy that I’m done.

So get your Nike’s out there and get some happy!

Now go run!

Keli 🙂