A Thankful Morning Run
Right now in this season, I’m reminded of what a great privilege it is to run. Not for speed, not for distance, but for presence. For the simple joy of motion, of feeling the body move through space, of breath and heartbeat settling into their dance again.
I’m careful to feel it all—gratitude for the muscles that remember, the joints that keep steady, and the lungs that expand and contract. There is no rush, no expectation. Only this moment: my feet meeting the pavement, the quiet drum of my forward movement, the flurry of thoughts entering my mind before quickly melting away.
This body, so familiar yet always changing, carries me forward. It has known stillness, healing, and waiting. And now, it knows movement again. I honor its resilience, its patience, its quiet strength.
Thank you, body, for bringing me back here. Thank you for trying again.