It’s after two in the morning. I just returned from my third half marathon in twenty-four hours. That’s about thirty-nine miles all said and done. I’m exhausted, but incredibly grateful...
Beauty is both a source of inspiration and of despair. It fills the soul with wonder, joy, and hope, while simultaneously crushing dreams, inviting doubt, and breaking the spirit...
I went for a run this evening (shocking, I know). It was an eight-mile jaunt down to the waterfront and back. I didn’t take a watch or a phone. I don’t know if I was fast or slow. I couldn’t even begin to tell you what my average split might have been...
I recently participated in an event that challenged every aspect of endurance: mentally, physically, emotionally, etc. I was one member on a team of six and, between us, we ran almost two hundred total miles...
I’m a lonely person. And I’ve been lonely for upwards of about a decade now. At first, it just manifested as lonerism, as Tame Impala might say. But as time went on, that loneliness wove itself into the very fabric of my personality.
I envy you. I do. I’ve tasted triumph. I’ve enjoyed victory. I know what it means to have your opinion, your convictions, your sacred beliefs validated. I know how it feels to be a winner.