I run laps through the graveyard.
Some people have commented that this seems morbid. My roommates says she is sure that a big decomposing hand will reach out and grab me. But to me the graveyard is the perfect place to run and here is why.
As I run I picture the resurrection. I picture everyone being restored to their perfect bodies, Then I think about how I am working on mine right now. Heavenly Father has given me a body and I am doing what I can to take care of this precious gift. I then think of the day that my mom is going to be resurrected and gain her body and I will be able to run to her and embrace her. Running for me... is easier in the graveyard.