Running is
lots of small victories. It’s fighting the little things, the
inconveniences, the blisters, the weather and the tough speed session. It’s
pushing myself and my boundaries. Showing that I am stronger than I
ever thought I could be.
It’s only
about proving it to me. A battle to race myself, to go further,
faster. But it comes across in little ways. I hold my head higher and
am more sure of myself. I know that I am worth something, that I can
achieve things. Even if they are the small things, they give me more
faith in myself. A sense of strength. A sense of worth.
Plus a
freaking AWESOME medal collection and enough race t-shirts to swaddle
a baby elephant.
I am an
ordinary person who can do extraordinary things. I have run a
marathon. 26 miles. And I ran the whole way! I am SO proud of that.
I have gone
out in the rain and run 6 hard miles when the wind is blowing so hard
it’s bringing tears to my eyes and my ponytail is whipping around.
The rain has been hitting my face in cold lines. But I’ve run. I’ve
completed my run and returned triumphant. It’s me Vs me. I’m not
sure which one won. But I’m a stronger person for the battle.
When I run,
the world dances, the sky is bluer.
Everyone is
special. But runners are a little more so.
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