10 miles left.
8 miles left.
Theweatherisactuallynothatbadtoday. I’m so glad that Spring is almost here. I hate feeling cold all of the time. It’s SO much better once I get to this part of the run…less people- or just enough that you don’t feel like you’re out in the middle of nowhere. It must be hard to pedal up these hills on a bicycle.
5 miles to go.
Remember to drop your arms and lift your knees on this hill. That breeze f e e l s s o g o o d . . . .
3 miles to go.
. . . l e g s f e e l s t r o n g . . . l e t ‘ s c a t c h t h a t p e r s o n u p t h e r e . . . .
1 mile left.
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. . . r u n f o r e v e r . . .
The runs usually start out the same…I’ve got a million things on my mind. But then, a couple of miles into it, my head quiets down until all I’m focused on is the rhythm of my breathing and the connection that my feet have with the ground. I am moving through wind and time, propelled by my own stamina and strength through these beautifully wooded trails…and as each mile is tread under the soles of mud-caked shoes, I suddenly realize that I don’t want it to end. I want to keep going…as long as my body will let me. -jv