All I ever wanted to be was smaller. Until smaller meant less speed; the one thing I started running for in the first place. Speed felt like freedom. When in fact, I abused it until it meant captivity. The perimeters of rules I created around my body met with the gratification of a shrinking waist line was intoxicating. Like the endorphins that pumped through my veins when running.
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But perhaps out of all the things I’ve learned on this escapade thus far, at the forefront is this: I’d like to get close. To be in the season I’m in. To stand in the weather that’s present. To sit with the people I’m next to while still maintaining connection to those miles away.
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