A rare picture of me. I had just returned from a run, and am looking pretty sweaty and shabby. I have 8 more pounds to go to finish my weight loss, but I am feeling like my old self again. Running every day, and am training for a 1/2 marathon this October. This is me. I can’t just go out and get some exercise. It has to be a suffer-fest. I just have to be out there, going with the moment. Everything I do is pushed to extreme. Running when it is 97 degrees. i am insane. My runs are not exercise, they are about survival. Survival of my body and mind. To push myself to the edge. I need that. I can’t explain it, but I just do.
This isn’t just about finishing a race. It is about the journey getting there. The whole journey. The one in which I found myself again…….and it feels so good.