I just couldn’t help but to reblog this fabulousness…enjoy! Happy running!
It’s a declaration.
But it could also be a question.
My shoes, thrown aimlessly upon the floor, recovering from their last bout on the terrain, are reminders that I must go again.
To be fit. To look good naked. To wear sexy lingerie for a stranger, for the man of your dreams. For the one, or many you desire. To get your pants to fit. To get your pants on, period. To shake away the hatred you have for yourself.
To prove that you are not weak. That your mind is strong. Your mind? Yes. Your mind. In running, your mind is either your ally or your enemy. It can tackle you standing if you’re not careful but it can also help you to rise above. Run to prove to yourself that you can do the one thing you never thought possible.
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