Because of my chronic pain, it's hard for me to walk, run, or do any type of exercise. This is something I sometimes can do, though. After being begged by one of the little girls we babysit, "Kylie! Kylie! Come with us!", I decided to go on the walk with them.

I walked three houses down (five if you count the distance I walked the dog while I waited for the others). I didn't want to overdo it so I decided to stop, but then I ran the entire way back.

I ran.

The only sound was my breathing and my feet against the pavement. The only thing I could see was the path in front of me and the sun in my eyes and the bright blue sky.

It was glorious.

As I ran, Jon Foreman's voice came into my head.


There was nothing in my mind except the song. My mind was totally clear, thinking of nothing except getting down the path, getting to the next stretch.

I can see why people run. It feels amazing. Maybe someday, if I feel better, I can start running too.

At least I can run in heaven, where the streets have no name.

I seriously, seriously can't wait.

In the meantime, I'm so grateful that I was able to run and feel the breath in my lungs, the sun in my eyes, and my footsteps against the sidewalk. I want to hold onto that feeling forever.