
I love running. I simply love running freely and with my heart. I love the scenery I encounter as I run. I love running on mountain trails. I love the view of the town from the mountaintop. I love running uphill. I love the horizon that appears after reaching the top. I love running through the city. I love the wide sky beyond the buildings. I love to keep running. I love noticing the first star that starts to shine before I know it. I love running. I love running on the turf, in races. Escaping all the noise, where only the sound of the wind and the beating of my heart can be heard—the view at the front is what I love the most. My favorite view increases with every run. Recently, when I look back after reaching the top, I also love seeing your face.