So this morning I had a ten mile run. Yes, I ran ten miles. Well I ran the first six, then ran/walked the last four miles. It was BRUTAL. So many hills and everything from the hips down cramped up and every step was painful.
But it was pretty. I was out in the middle of nowhere really, running through snow covered hills *cue Fleetwod mac song* and was, for the first time in a while, at peace with myself. Sure I hated what I was doing then. I wanted to stop running, give up, and have someone come pick me up. But that didn't happen. I trudged along and for the first time, I embraced the loneliness and quiet. It was beautiful.
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