I lace up my Nike's, double-knotting them so they stay. I do some stretches and head out the door. I walk down the sidewalk, and as I come down the small hill I start my run. My feet hit the pavement as I take in my surroundings -- fresh baled hay on one side of the road and horses grazing in the pasture on the other. The sun is beginning to set and causes streaks of pinks and oranges in the western sky. The muscles in my legs ache as I listen to the birds whistling at me. I imagine them saying, "Keep going. You're doing great." I spot a bunny, and as I near it, I watch as it's white tail Continue Reading