BJ Not BK

     When I was a child, in college, getting up early was nothing.  In fact, sleep was nothing, not needed.  I could go three weeks on a crust of bread and 12 minutes of sleep.  Running was easy.  I could run awake, asleep, in the morning, afternoon, or evening.  I could run in my spiderman underoos without shoes on gravel roads....it just didn't matter.

     I ran, and I ran alot, ok, alot for me....5-6 miles a day with a long run here or there on the weekends.  In fact, I once had M drop me off in my hometown and ran the back roads to her house...stupid me I didn't even take anything to drink so two hours later I show up happy but dehydrated.  I guess when you are younger you don't think about things like water?

     Lately I have not run much and I miss it.  I miss rolling out of bed, drinking two gallons of coffee, visiting the bathroom 147 times and then running.  Running with ease, running as many miles as I want to.  I miss enjoying the scenery and the solitude of me and the road. 

     I ran this morning but it wasn't easy, getting back to things you have gotten away from never really are.  5k use to be laughable to me.  I remember running 5 miles and feeling like I had not even worked out.  5k was not easy this morning but I did it and I was reminded of what and why I love running and why, Lord willing, I will continue to run.

     If you run, or have thought about running then I salute you because you are moving, you are in motion, and you have not given up nor given in.