Running with Gratitude

My running mantra:  I give thanks for my strong lungs and heart, my solid feet, my clear thoughts and the wild land that inspires me to be a better human.
I thank my dog companions whose ears and eyes will sense a mountain lion before I do.
These legs carry me miles and miles through the forests of the high mountains, without complaints.
My friends have asked:  why alone, why so many miles alone?
The answer I give is, I just love running alone.
The answer I don't give is, it is the only way for me to hear the voice that speaks to me only in these quiet times.
I can run with others, I have wandered the wild lands with others, I will explore the mesas and canyons with others.  
But the strength comes from the solitude and the strenuous nature of what I am doing.  It is in the quiet,  deepest, wildest places where my soul work is done; where the soul of the world flows through me and I am whole; I am invincible; I am  super woman.  
 I don't want to stop running; I am grinning;  it seems every plant and bird and raindrop is part of me.
It is here in these seriously physical, solitary, exhausting moments, that I know I am strong. 
I am not afraid of my strength.
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous ? Actually, who are you not to be ? Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we're liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." - Marianne Williamson