I’ve heard a lot of people say that running is boring, lately… but I don’t think anything else (but God) has taught me more about myself. When I’m running along, and things get tough.. to that point where your legs decide to weigh a 1000 pounds and tell you to give up.. and you hear your heart, whispering, telling you you can make it. You can conquer the odds. You can silence the voices that tell you there are boundaries and limits. And you can just be. You can be inside of your head and all you can see is the finish line, whether or not it’s in view. You believe in yourself with all that you are, and no one can tell you anything, but that you’re victorious. Because there’s no perfect definition of success in the world of running, but your own.
And this is a lot like life… And why I fell madly in love with running :)