My husband has been working 7 days a week for the last couple of months. Which has meant that my Sunday long runs has been put on the back burner. It has had nothing to do with being pregnant or the fact that it is now winter, it has been because I haven't had the opportunity.
My husband can and does run, but not for the same reasons that I do. He runs to train. He runs because he feels like he needs to. He runs to punish himself. I run because I love the feel of the ground beneath me as I push forward. I love the solitude of being out on my own. I love to feel the fresh air in my lungs. I love to feel my legs working like God intended them to. I love the connection my body, soul, and mind find not only with each other but also with everything around me.
So as I get ready to head out today know that I have a smile stemming from my very soul that has been looking forward to this for days.