Miles 12.5-16.5

I am still sweating from my inaugural Friday Freedom Run. I have no idea how fast I ran (I was more concerned with holding the flashlight so oncoming traffic could see me) but I pushed myself to breath hard and let it all out.

I meditated on confidence tonight. And strength. And awareness. I thought about how these principles apply to running. How necessary it is to be confident that I can and will breath through the pain. How strong my legs, knees, and ankles must be to allow me to move myself forward over thousands of steps. How critical it is to be aware of the cars, the trees, the sounds, the stars.

How I must possess these things already in order to take my first steps, and then how the act of running multiplies them.

Miles 12.5-16.5: four-mile Friday Freedom Run to banish an impending dark night of the soul. (I don't have time for you, it's the weekend!)