My Darling Running,
It is with love I pen this note to you, for you reside softly in my heart as no other before and no other shall. For you this Valentines’s Day, a day when making a spectacle of emotion is encouraged and appreciated, I wish nothing more than to wax adoringly on your behalf.
Running, when I am cold you warm me. From the tips of my ears to the bottoms of my toes, even in the middle of chills from a fever, to be with you is to be enveloped in a snuggle of safe keeping. When I am more lethargic than a wimpy tiger, you revitalize me into the vivid version of what I am. To be with you is to be myself, to soak up your energetic ways and let them radiate from me. And dear running, you support me each time I am with you in any endeavor I conjure up – whether thinking through issues of the economy and society, brainstorming new ideas for work, or feeling empowered to sprint from danger (though knowing as you have taught me slow, steady footfalls will also lead me to safety).
Running, I look forward to you when I fall asleep at night, and I’m eager to meet you again and again in the morning. I love when we experiment and try a new path, a new running buddy, a new podcast, a new speed, a new cross training idea, a new pair of shoes – anything so long as we’re doing it with one another. And running, I know I love you because when we part I think of you often, and noticing others who are with you fills me not with envy, but just longing (for ours is an open relationship, a love I want all to understand and enjoy should they so desire).
I know not what our future holds together. Certainly there could be strife should you cause me pain, or if I turn my attention to other activities or matters. But I promise that I’ll do my best to forgive you, ask that you understand when I need more time at the swimming pool or soccer field, and say I’ll love you evermore just as you are now, and as you will be with or without me. Even if we have to part ways, we’ll have forever the moments we shared.
Running, you are my Valentine.
Yours,
A Runner’s Delight
You are devoted (hopelessly devoted?). I personally have much more of a love/hate thing going on w/Running. My love letter to her would probably be laced with tasty bits of profane language. ;)
Sometimes love letters need a little profanity. I think it’s quite all good. :-)