Listen up, me

When it comes to running, I have my little hangups. I worry about getting hurt. I wonder if I am getting slower and more out of shape. I sometimes think that I have less energy, more little aches and heavier steps.

I wish to take this moment to get a grip on myself and snap out of it (if only for an evening).

Because this afternoon I ran home from work. I felt good all the way. I felt fast and my steps felt right. I made dinner, put on some music and suddenly found myself moving (I would not call it dancing) along to the music. Smoothly, softly, without imagined aches and with bare feet feeling light and springy on the wooden floor.

I'm not dead yet, so stop worrying so much.