To be a runner

What if you felt like running everywhere you needed to go? Down the hall, to the backyard, over to the couch, or down the path to the barn? And what if you didn’t just jog, but you ran as FAST as you were capable of, often barefoot, chest just slightly forward, the wind blowing the hair from your forehead, your arms and legs swinging and pumping like compact, effortless pistons? What if you occasionally fell down in front of people only to get right back and run again? What if you felt like the fastest person to ever run? And what if you ran simply because running seems like the most natural and right thing you could possibly do in the moment?

What if...........