The pace matters not, nor the distance. My physical self matters not, either, my weight or my size or my shape. Because running, and everything that goes with it - pain, joy, dedication, reward, camaraderie - is not in my body. It's in my soul. And if you can't see that when you see me, meet me, know me, blow by me in a race, well, then, friends and neighbors, you are blind. My body is broken right now and my soul is bruised for a bit but that matters not. I am a runner.
9 comments:
Woo hoo! Glad you got a run in!
Perfect!
You are a runner, and a great one at that! Keep running my friend!
This is the post I have been longing for! I love you so much!! And ps, you're looking good from behind, miss thing ;)
You just simply rock and are such an inspiration! Running is medicine for your soul...keep running! Keep going! I admire your tenacity!
Love! It!
Katie and I are blessed to know you.
Wow! I don't know what you are going through right now but this is a great post! You are a runner! Let's meet IRL! ha :)
-Lifeisarun
YES.
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