I ran for about a decade, starting in my late 20's. There was a nice running series in central Florida. I ran 4 or 5 mornings a week, and about 20 Saturdays a year, I would go off to a race. This was taken at a 10K in downtown Orlando. There are good reasons why I stopped running, but I have to admit I do miss it. I miss the time alone, without interruptions. I miss seeing the landscape at 4 or 5 miles per hour, with nothing between me and the wind. I miss the magic of movement. I am glad I ran before everyone seemed to be plugged into headsets.
I am getting some of that back with my morning walks along the river. Time alone, with just my thoughts, seeing the world one on one. But the magic of movement isn't the same.
Are you a runner or former runner?