Muscle cars

I have always had a thing for classic muscle cars.  My dream vehicle is a sixties Mustang convertible. There is something about the strength and power that muscle cars exude that I find appealing, exciting, even sexy.  To cruise down the road (because muscle cars never "drive", they always "cruise") with the wind in your hair is the epitome of freedom.  

However, I drive a minivan.  It is practical.  It is functional.  It gets me from point A to point B.  But it is neither strong nor powerful and nowhere near sexy. And between the kids in the backseat and the errands to be done, freedom is out the window.  

Fortunately I have another vehicle.  Running, I've decided, is the equivalent of the muscle car for me. I can head down the road, wind blowing through my hair, feeling strong, powerful, and yes, even sexy.  The rest of my life is lived minivan style: safe, practical, and functional.  But running is the one chance I have to show some muscle.  To push the engine to its limits and see just how fast and how far I can really go.  To enjoy the scenery and the journey, without being worried about where I am going or by the need to get things done.  

So while it is wonderful to have a minivan, and much of life is lived therein, don't be afraid to let your inner muscle car loose every once in a while.  Go cruisin', relax and enjoy the ride.