This is the year of running. Now I get why people wax poetic over this sport. I learned how to push myself past my physical limits and discovered that the limits are self constructs. I can do it.
I am more patient and forgiving of my own failures.
I know there is a finish line, and I can make it no matter what. I will cross that line when I’m good and ready.
I am my own competition. Any improvement and decline about my performance is of my own doing.
Running gives you back exactly how much you’ve put in.
You may run with friends, but in the end it is you who crosses the line.
You will never wear the finisher’s shirt unless you are one.
You learn to push yourself harder, and want to.