The northerly this morning was brutal. Brutal. Honestly, it was like running up against a concrete wall. FOR 8KS.
Have you ever had one of those dreams where you're trying to run but you're running in one spot? You just can't move?
It was like that.
It took all the grit in our bones to run through that. At one point one of us yelled to the heavens F&$@ YOU THEN! Then at one point we were smiling in madness.
Running truly is the greatest metaphor for life.
What choice did we have? Stop? We simply didn't have a choice. We just had to keep running.
How do I feel now? Beaten up? Bruised?
I did. Feel all those things.
But now I feel alive.
Is that all you got?? Cos I got plenty too.