When I’m running in the sunlight and all I can feel is the breeze on my face and the sweat on my back, all I want to ask God is:
 

"Will  I always be this happy? Full of energy?"
 

This time, like the others, I know I won’t hear an answer but I also know God will lead me down the right path. But for right now, I’ll keep running.
 

“Stop!” My body will scream at me. My muscles want me to slow down. They want a break but I know they can handle it.
 

I’m smiling so much. The muscles in my face are probably working twice as hard as the muscles in my legs.
 

“Done.” I breathe out as I cross my imaginary finish line. Finally giving my body the rest it wants after giving my soul what it needs.
 

Life is a gift from God. The joy of running came as a bonus.
 

“Isn't it hard?” People ask. I nod quickly but I continue to explain that the natural endorphins, which I've become addicted to, are worth the hardship of pushing yourself to the limit.
 

“For how long have you been ‘addicted’?” They giggle. “Addicted to running or addicted to happiness?” I ponder. “For as long as I can remember.” I reply certainly.
 

“Me, you, and everyone on this earth should be addicted to something that makes us the best people we can be.”