For a decade and a half, running has been my ever-present companion, my spiritual guide, and my faithful friend, offering me a clear perspective on reality and a candid voice without judgment.
Whenever I sought to test my limits and overcome challenges, running was there to strengthen my physical and mental fortitude, and enhance my self-esteem.
When life's stress and anxiety were overwhelming, running was there to provide me with solace, peace, and a sense of community, allowing me to release and find joy in the process.
Whenever I yearned for spiritual guidance, running helped me connect with something greater than myself, offering me a profound sense of purpose and clarity.
And in times of mourning, running was a source of comfort, allowing me to process my emotions, one step at a time.
For me, running serves as both my therapist and my therapy, offering me a safe space to express my feelings and find a sense of balance and inner peace.
Running is a way of life, an extension of myself that seeps into every aspect of my being, just as life itself flows into my running.
As I grow older, running has become less about training and more about the connection, the love affair, and the appreciation of moving forward through life on my own two feet.
Just as running has looked after me, I too take care of it, nurturing our relationship and striving to grow together.