My legs are pumping, my feet are pounding and my heart is dancing in my chest like one of those dapper kids at the Robson square swing night. I don’t know exactly why or how–maybe it’s the faster than usual movement of blood or the sudden uptake of oxygen I can always think much clearer when I’m launching myself up this hill. Not only am I suddenly able to solve stubborn tangles in my  manuscript, but new and exciting  ideas always seem to come to me during this magic time.

So thank you running–and the legs that make this action possible–you inspire me.