Why I run outside

I love this street.

And I love this street.
I love all the streets. :)

I love running outdoors. I love running early on summer mornings when I'm racing the heat back to the house, trying to finish my run before the temperatures finish me.

I love to run in the fall when the leaves are such brilliant shades of love and light and color and intensity.

I love it when it's cold and foggy, and trees and other objects take on an other-worldly quality and I can run and feel invisible.

I love winter mornings when it's dark and cold and all I have are the possums, raccoons and my willpower to keep me company.

I love it when it's early spring and all the trees are just beginning to burst with flowers and I'm never sure whether or not to bring my jacket.

I've tried running on a treadmill, and there is just no comparison. Besides the fact that it gives me vertigo to run on a treadmill, there is no life in running indoors.

Despite how much hard work it is to get up early and to run, despite all the willpower it requires, I am so grateful for the praying and purging and processing and passion that running brings into my life. It is well worth the effort for scenes like these!!