The Pleasure of Speed

Running Away. "I don't run." "If you see me running, something is chasing me." "Some people just aren't made for running." I've thought these things. I've said these things. I believed those things. Every time I did, I lost a part of my identity. Running┬áBack to Where I Belong One day, I was pondering some … Continue reading The Pleasure of Speed


I walked a mile from my car and stood there for about 50 minutes, and by that time, my feet were hurting. Truthfully, if I'm disliking the pain in my feet after a 1 mile walk and a few minutes standing around, what makes me think I can run a marathon?