I discovered something important today: Running with your hair down is really fun. (I guess I should say, as long as you live in a place with Portland’s climate. I can imagine it being the opposite of fun if you are running outside in Arizona in the middle of summer.)
I had so much fun today and felt so good, so strong, that I spent the entire 80 minutes of my run grinning. Grinning! A year ago when I was trying to work up to a 5k I couldn’t imagine ever feeling anything more than extremely uncomfortable while running.
I just love this sport. I love that it’s helping me undo/recover from years of unhealthy living and that my former smoker’s lungs can support me running for hours and hours now. That’s significant. I love that the sport lets me participate in my city — I feel like I’m getting to know parts of Portland so well just by running the streets.
Most of all I love that it makes me look like this. I can’t fake that grin (trust me, there’s a lot of awkward photographic evidence that I just can not fake a smile):