Pushing for a new goal...


After two weeks of 8+ mile runs, I am aiming for a 1/2 marathon in the Spring. 13.1 miles. It used to seem so far out of my reach, and now it's just beyond my fingertips.

I won't lie, the long runs hurt. My heels hurt. My back aches. My quads are sore enough to be classified as official torture spots. And yet, there is a peace that comes with running past my endurance point. In knowing that my body is capable of propelling me on and on.

First 10k in 15 days. And now it doesn't seem like such a big deal. I will never be a fast runner. I will never be a competitive runner. But I will be a runner for the rest of my life, and for that I am eternally grateful.
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