There’s a quiet reassurance in knowing that no matter how far or how fast I want to go, no matter how long it’s been since I last hit the trail, my running shoes are always there.
In July, I decided I had to run at least 100km. Over the course of four weeks, it doesn’t seem an impressive feat but between work and travel, a bit of rather serious health stuff and trying to have some kind of social life, it wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be. But… Continue reading I ran 100 kilometres, just for me
PSA: catcalling is not a compliment. Don’t do it. K, thanks.
The best things in life really are the little things.
Like that extra loop around the pond, just for me.
Every time I lace up and hit the trail, I lose myself in thought. My thoughts are often heavy with worry and anxiety when I set out and lighten with each step. Sometimes, by the time I finish my run, my mind has gone to mush and I’m riding a runner’s high. Sometimes, I’m still… Continue reading Carnival Mirrors