Running

I enjoy running.  This sentence would never leave my lips about a year ago.  Thanks to my mom, Loren, friends and yes Dad even you I have come to appreciate the rhythmic pattern my breathe makes with the pounding of my feet.  I have come to love the sweat that drips down my forehead after a good run.
In my mind sweat equals accomplishment. 
Running is almost a therapy to me.  Tonight while running I thought about school, then about colors to paint rooms, back to school, what the people outside where eating, friends I had in high school and then nothing.  It was great. I have also discovered that running makes me forget about all the things that make me mad.  I really don't care about that when I run.  In the words of Elle Woods: exercise gives you endorphins, endorphins make you happy, happy people just don't kill their husbands.  I love my husband and do not wish him dead because once again he left his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor so I think I shall carry on with my running.