
I love running. I just love running freely, according to my heart. I love the scenery I encounter after running. I love running along mountain paths. I love looking down at the town from the mountaintop. I love running uphill. I love the horizon I see after reaching the top. I love running through the city. I love the wide sky that emerges beyond the skyscrapers. I love to keep running. I love noticing the first star that begins to shine without me realizing it. I love running. I love running on the turf, I love racing. Escaping all the noise, where only the sound of the wind and the beating of my heart can be heard — that’s the view I love most of all. My favorite views — they increase every time I run, every time I dash. Recently, it’s like this… the face of yours that I see when I look back after reaching the finish line too —