These Feet Were Made for Running

Running this morning was amazing. Granted I did get a little spooked when something moved in the bushes as we walked up to the course. On our way back, it was a little lighter, and we saw that it was a cow. Man, when I am running cows should just stay away!

When I was in high school, I was running at a cross country meet. I was in my usual place, with the closest person maybe 20 yards ahead of me. I was going along, trying not to trip over rocks and such when I hear a menacing "MOOOOOOOOO!" Startled I looked up from the ground. Not three feet away was a cow and her calf. I nearly screamed, but luckily I was so out of breath that it didn't come out. I started sprinting forward. There was no way I was going to be alone on the trail with a cow. I ran faster and faster until I saw my friend just ahead of me. I breathed a labored sigh of relief. I started to drop back again, feeling safe. The cows would not come after me if there were two people! But then I realized, I had just pushed myself harder than ever, and for some bizarre reason... it had felt great!

That was the first time I had felt a joy of running. But it was certainly not the last!

My friend Renee came home from school, going on about how she could run again. I was fascinated, and so I started looking into it. Who would have though a love of running was contagious?