These bodies, man. What wonders. Thank you for this—I needed this more than you can imagine. Enjoy every step tomorrow. (& I’ll see you at the start line!)
Not a runner, at all. But I do know that feeling of being made by the movement, moving with it—sometimes in walking, sometimes in swimming, sometimes in writing. Wishing you much joy and gratitude in tomorrow's race.
"...Turn on the light. Smile. Find a rhythm working you. Slow mile by mile. It’s that word slow I love. And it’s that word slow that I have to remind myself of today, as I write this. Oh, I’d love to run fast on Monday. I won’t lie to you. But running fast should have no claim on my gratitude. No, not at all. That’s why I am writing this now, before the race begins ..."
This post encompasses Everything for me today. I'm in awe. Thank you so much.
Really appreciate this—this spring has been a struggle with injury and gratitude. Thank you for turning the light, and wishing you happy miles and smiles today.
These bodies, man. What wonders. Thank you for this—I needed this more than you can imagine. Enjoy every step tomorrow. (& I’ll see you at the start line!)
“Sitting down with a Dr. Pepper. Maybe another.” ❤️
Not a runner, at all. But I do know that feeling of being made by the movement, moving with it—sometimes in walking, sometimes in swimming, sometimes in writing. Wishing you much joy and gratitude in tomorrow's race.
"...Turn on the light. Smile. Find a rhythm working you. Slow mile by mile. It’s that word slow I love. And it’s that word slow that I have to remind myself of today, as I write this. Oh, I’d love to run fast on Monday. I won’t lie to you. But running fast should have no claim on my gratitude. No, not at all. That’s why I am writing this now, before the race begins ..."
This post encompasses Everything for me today. I'm in awe. Thank you so much.
Really appreciate this—this spring has been a struggle with injury and gratitude. Thank you for turning the light, and wishing you happy miles and smiles today.
I'm not sure I've ever read anyone describe the delicious joy of the difficulty that is running so beautifully.