Run.

I went for a run the other night. First one since the marathon. I can't believe it's been over a month already. At one point during my run there were no sounds except me, no cars, no bikes, no people at all; just me. The pounding of my feet against the concrete kept track of my breathing; in-two-three-out-two-three-in-two-three-out-two-three. The wind blowing past my ears as I pushed forward, the beating of my heart in the back of my head and the crickets chirping in the grass. This is all I could hear. About a week ago Corrie was talking to me about how people say running is so relaxing, how they go for a run when they are angry or stressed and it calms them down. And she asked me if this was true. I didn't know what to say really, I'm sure it calms some people down, but I never really thought that it calmed me down, but I realized that it does put me in a good mood, most of the time. Especially if I go for a run when I feel like running, and I only go as far as I feel like going, and I go as fast or as slow as I feel like going. This is when i really enjoy running, this is when running relaxes me, this is when I feel alive and like I can accomplish exactbly what I want to accomplish in life.

A purposeful life is living a life of purpose.