I love running. I love the thought of running. I love putting one foot in front of the other. I love my body in motion. I love feeling the wind on my face. I love moving faster than normal. I love pushing my body further than I thought possible and it showing me that it is capable and willing to put up with what my training has in store.
I hate that it's 2AM and that I can't go running! I really want to. Running is my out. It is my therapy. It is a time when I am one with myself and sometimes with the Lord. I think I need some of that right now.
I love that it is a passion that I have found. It is not always fun. It is hard. I think though, that when life gets harder, all of a sudden, running is the easy part. That's where I'm at tonight.
My insecurities along with my lack of flirting skills, I think to myself, "Well Theresa, you might not be able to talk to a cute guy, but you sure as heck can run a good 10 miles." I just wish I could go run those 10 miles now.
Life is good. Life is grand. I'm going to run a MARATHON! That is what I'm going to do. 97 days, 4 hrs, 37 min to
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Incredible Theresa! What an accomplishment that will be! I'm very excited for you. XOXO
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