Running is beautiful

Running is a beautiful form of art.
Hands swaying
Feet shuffling in form

All of your body working together in complete symphony for a single shared purpose

Get somewhere.
Yes, anywhere

Format doesn’t matter
What matters is you go.

Get started
Then keep going
Keep moving forward
One foot in front of the other.

‘What are you running from?’
‘When are you going to stop?’
‘What about your kneeeeeeeeeeeees?’

Unbothered.
This train gone’ keep on rolling.

That’s a brand.
Welcome to Texas.

Running is beautiful.
Every Mile.
AI can’t do it for you
Neither can your family, friends, wife, or neighbor.

It can’t be torture
It’s not.
If it was torture everybody would do it.

Can’t be automated.
That’s a car.

Never outdated
That’s an old calendar

Keep your cup half full.
Fill it up at every water station.
Add salt.

Running is bee, e, a, utiful.
duty(dooty)full. 💩
Put you in a good moodiful.
Lots of pain sprinkled through-ti-ful.

Pretty friggin’ stinking fun.