Run run run run run run run run run runnnnnnnnnn

I seriously don’t comprehend how people can feel extremely happy or energetic after a good run.

Don’t tell me about happy hormones produced or whatever.

My whole body just nuas after a good run. For the rest of the day.

One thing that keeps my legs moving not-so-slowly while I’m running, though, is the reminder that life is like a race. The way I run is just like the way I want to run this race in life.

Somehow, and quite strangely, I always remember Paul’s words when I’m tempted to stop running.

“Do you not know that in a race all the runners compete, but only one receives the prize? So run that you may obtain it. Every athlete exercises self-control in all things. They do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable. So I do not run aimlessly; I do not box as one beating the air. But I discipline my body and keep it under control, lest after preaching to others I myself should be disqualified.”