I run in the rain, in the sunshine, in the wind.
I run on the road and I run on the trail.
I run to feel alive.
I run for the sudden rush of energy, for the mental boost.
I run for the rain on my skin, the cold in the air.
I run to feel the icy burn of hot muscles against the frigid wind.
I run to feel the pavement beneath my feet, telling me I'm still here.
I run for the pain, for the needles and pins.
For the tight train of muscles that shows you've worked hard.
I run because the pain makes me feel alive.
I defeat it, I conquer it, I am victorious inside.
It tells me I'm ere, I'm not dead and gone.
The ever pounding footsteps saying that life will go on.
I run for the thrill, for the speed and the place,
I run for the feeling of being first in my race.
I run because that is my glad, one of my desires,
I run to build my strength.
But, most of all.
I run because God gave me legs; and then he told me what to do.
He said to run to my heart's content, that is what's true.