I used to be a big runner when I was younger.
Younger as in, one, two years younger.
I always hated running, but I was decent at it. So I just did it.
Until I got injured, then I stopped completely.
Looking back at it, I think I should have continued. As I take a few steps here and there, feel the cold breeze brushing against my skin, my hair pops up and down up and down. I feel at ease with running, even though I am not as good as I used to be.
I don’t think when I run, I just run, and then scream complaints when running hills, but who doesn’t?
To be so natural, you don’t have to think about anything. It’s just one of those things I should have attacked when I was younger.