4 year old

i want to run like a four year old. remember the wonder of being 4? not knowing, or caring, what day it was? Not knowing where or why you were running? just running. now, i always know my destination. for better or worse, i know where i am going and how long it will take to get there. i know why i am running and what i am running from. it is different on different days. sometimes i am running from a holiday meal and the fat it will bring, sometimes i am running from life and the pain it will bring. sometimes, instead of running from, it is running towards things. towards giggles and kids being silly. towards a smile on my face that only a good sweat can bring, and towards a pride i have in knowing what my body can still do. i guess running as a 38 year old can be as much fun as running as a four year old, just a little heavier on the mind and soles of my feet.