Running has become my escape from reality. My day doesn’t feel complete without it, yet it used to be something I dreaded. How amazing the feeling to run with no expectation. I finally have control- I can surge, take it easy, add or subtract mileage- and it has never felt better. I’m not running for anyone else but me. 10 years later I come to understand that I do love it. 

Running completes me. 

I did it, i completed my longest run of 14 yesterday. im trying to race a 1/2 marathon in two weeks and i think it went well… though i was hurting towards the end and my groin is now in pain. it’ll be worth it in the end.

There was something powerful about running for that long, it made me realize why people say you feel weightless. i loved the feeling of just running and not having an agenda.

I hate being disappointed when i have expectations. this doesnt just apply to running but to life in general. its so hard for me to not think of when he will call or text or why he isnt. i know im not supposed to care, but when you invest time in someone how can you just drop them in a second? its something ive always struggled with, and i wish i knew how to fix it. its kinda a metaphor of my run- i couldnt just quit half way through…