“In the end, she became more than what she expected. She became the journey, and like all journeys, she did not end, she just simply changed directions and kept going.” r.m. drake ——-
10 miles — 7:52 average 🙌🏻
My running has been a bit ambiguous lately. There are days when I feel my old stride returning and days when I curse an easy pace that leaves me gasping for air. I’m not training, but I’m still running. I don’t have my eyes on a race, but I’m still aiming to improve. It’s a weird place for me, a place that doesn’t sit well in my well-ordered mind.
And then, out of nowhere, I find myself on a windy, 20 degree run that leaves me smiling. Something clicks and I get a taste for everything that’s “right” in my world of running. Like all of life, I’m learning to welcome the day-to-day. The struggle, the joy, the growth...💕 And today, I welcome a stride that’s slowly, but surely allowing me to do the thing I love.