It is early mornings and peanut butter.
It’s slipping on ice and sweating to death.
It’s feeling like you can’t breathe and wishing your legs would fall off.
It’s sticking it out on the treadmill and pushing through bad runs.
There is no off-season, no one to cheer you on at 5:00 a.m, and no cure for your hunger.
When it comes down to it, running is whatever you want it to be, whatever you need to be, and whatever you have in you.
tbh unless you explicitly tell me you dont hate me five times i will assume you think im obnoxious and need to die
my favorite eye color is your eye color and my favorite height is your height and my favorite weight is your weight my favorite hands are your hands my favorite knees are your knees
Shoes left at Pre’s Rock. Inspiring.
IAAF A Day In The Life media tour
Photo by Adam Johnson-Eder, Shoe Addicts