cross-country-runner

Running will be there 7am while he’s on his work shift. The hills and trails will be there when there are no arms to comfort you. The clouds will gaze down upon your most glorious moments when no soul is there to witness them. The trees will never utter anything about your messy braid, no makeup or sweaty shirt. Only love what can love you back unconditionally.
—  Emma Clark

“I’m not saying being a runner makes you better than anyone else, but one thing is for sure. Running makes you different. You begin to understand the connection between your feet and the ground. You start to believe in the beauty of unfiltered conversation. You learn that you have to face your deepest demons on 10 mile runs when no one else is around. You become the wind. You love to high five your rivals, the people who just beat you. You learn that your mind and body must coexist in a healthy relationship. So no, running does not make you special. But it sure as hell wakes you up.”

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if all people had the spirit of a runner? If they waved to strangers, as a runner waves to other runners? It would be beautiful if all people would pat others on the back after they accomplished something big, just as runners pat each others backs after a hard race. And wouldn’t it be amazing if we were cheered for to keep going when we felt like dying and giving up, just as being cheered for in a race? Oh how wonderful the world would be if we all acted like runners.