A Nice Reminder



Running is My Religion

Even though my father is a minister, I have never considered myself a religious person. I was brought up Unitarian, which is a very open-ended, free-thinking religion, which is part of what I love about it. But it also means there’s very little direction in terms of spirituality. You’re forced to find your own. I guess I would say I haven’t been given the gift of faith just yet. But running? Running is the closest thing I have to a religion. Running calms me. Running gets me outside of my head and into nature. Running gives me the mental space to sort through difficult things, and often get answers. Running pushes me physically which brings my body to an energetic, yet peaceful and calm place.

I’ve been battling injuries for over a year which kept me from running until very recently. Being back in that space — moving, breathing, thinking, observing, pushing — makes me realize how important it is to me and how nothing else in the world can replace it for me. So today I brought my camera with me to share a day in the life of my religion. Running.

Path to Enlightenment

Holy Water

My Pew