There’s just something about running.
It’s freeing. It’s painfully joyful. It’s a communal experience.
It’s a brief wave and smile as you pass a fellow runner and acknowledge their journey and effort.
There’s just something about it that keeps calling me back to the road and the start line.
I’ve run 36 races in Atlanta (and counting). Aside from the joy of the sport itself,
I do it for the bibs, bananas, the occasional medal and humble bragging rights.
I may not be the fastest, but I'm definitely enthusiastic.
Be encouraged and keep running, folks.