Because yesterday, I watched my team kick butt at the Essex Invitational and was as nervous and excited as if I were running myself.
Because last night, I was at my wits end and grabbed my running shoes and headed out for an hour. In that hour, I felt like I was flying. I don’t know if it was the cooler temperatures, the need to blow off steam or overly rested legs, but it was the best run I’ve had in ages.
Because in the midst of some of the craziest days of my life, lacing up my running shoes is something I can do and instantly regain control over the chaos.