Time to clean. Time to work. Time to sleep. Time to run.
Run.
I find no time. No time to clean. No time to work. No time to sleep. No time to run.
I must run. I will run. I will make time.
Week 3... almost done. I scramble to fit in the long runs. I will run tomorrow- 5 miles.
5 miles.
That is what I run. Amazing. 3 weeks ago, I ran nothing. Tomorrow I run 5 in the frigid northern air.
I will freeze. Droplets will freeze in my hair. My fingers will go numb. I will run regardless.
I choose to run.
I will run.
I want to run.
It clears my head. It clears my body. It helps me think.
I will run 5 miles tomorrow.
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