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Honestly. I'm shaking my head.

Am I really a runner?

One of those women who just go for a run? All fit and healthy and happy and strong and stuff?

I am. I must be. It's so hard to believe though.

Because I never used to be.

I'm living proof that you can draw a line and never go back and only go forward.

Wake up tomorrow a runner. Draw a line. Put your shoes on and run.

WHO CARES WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE! WHO CARES HOW FAR YOU GO!!!

Wake up tomorrow a runner.

I'm beside myself with excitement for you.

It's all just waiting there for you and it's all yours.

Put your shoes on. Tie up your hair. And run.

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If you are struggling to stay on track know this... You are so close. So close to success. So close. You just can't see it. That's why it feels so far away.
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Urgh. I hate my body.  I went to yoga tonight.  Twisting and turning my flabby and floppy and wobbly bits.  I hate my body. 
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Enough. 
I love my body.
And just like that... In the middle of camel pose... Everything changed. I love my body. And I'm gonna start treating it with the respect it deserves. 
I love my body. 
For the very first time in my life ... I love my body. I've hated my body for so long now. I've been treating it like it's a useless failure that lets me down and embarrasses me constantly. 
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