When I first started running, it was because I had this constant itch to run.
When I ran for the first time, it felt like breathing.
Like wind. Like watching the sun set and being alive.
When I stopped running, it was because life’s commanding grew bigger than the itch to run.

When I first started running, I wanted to run as fast as I could.
But what I loved was having a chance to slow down.
Competitive as I am, I see now, that all things —running included—
were never about how fast I could be or how far I could go.

It’s obvious, I know.

But it was the slowness, the wind,
the quiet, and the moon
that reminded me
why I liked to run.

I thought to myself,
it’s funny how the enemy will convince me that I do not love the things I love.
or rather,
it’s funny how I’ll believe such a lie.

So even to You;
I can place my affections anywhere or nowhere
and though it sounds crude and hard to admit,
find myself forgetting
my love for You.

but then,
I might run again
and remember to breathe
I might run again
and see the sun
I might run again
right into Your love.

JG

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