Heart beating when I’m hitting my paces.
Night before preparation.
Knowing every bathroom in my city, and how far they are from my first step.
Running into a crowded coffee shop covered in sweat.
Bending over and then turning the Garmin on anyway, and continuing. Pressing on.
Sunrises and sunsets.
Running in rain and heat and fog and cold and wind.
Waving to other runners.
Talking about running.
I’m not crazy. I’m just in love. Madly, passionately.