I miss waking up with the excitement of getting out there to run.
I miss the first few steady steps of a run and all it will bring.
I miss seeing my icy breath on a cold morning.
I miss the first few minutes of effort and hard work.
I miss the silence of the world on an early morning run.
I miss that place in my head where I can go during a run.
I miss hitting that zone and feeling like I am floating during a long run.
I miss hard intervals and feeling on top of the world after a speed session.
I miss struggling up a massive bloody hill, and gliding down it.
I miss the way running makes me look at the world in a different way.
I miss the post run high.
I miss the places that running takes me.
I miss that feeling of freedom.
I miss feeling like running is the only thing that matters.
I miss Running.