Fight for every step.

Suck in air like your life depends on it. 

Oh wait, it does. 

Try and run through the pain. 


Walk and get passed. 


Run and pass them back. 

Walk again. 

Repeat for 6.2 miles. 

Question finishing. 

Finish anyway. 

Run because it’s who you are. 

Run when it’s easy. 

Run when it’s hard. 

Run because it’s life. 


About texancountess

I find myself in the calming roar of the sea, floating gently on the foam of the breaking waves. Blue. Green. Gray. The colors of the sea mark the boundaries of my soul. The tumbled glass finds its polish under the relentless pounding of the waves upon the shore. Thus am I. Rough transitioning to polish, refinement ever a process, finding my niche in the storms of life.
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