Where I Began

I stare down that road and see exactly where I began. This stretch of single track road probably means nothing to nobody, but to me it means everything. It is where I started to run off the old me, to heal the wounds that tortured and move on from the past that tormented me. Despite … Continue reading Where I Began

Not Running

This month I am suppose to be running a marathon, I’ve had it pencilled in since November but come raceday I won’t be lining up with everyone else. The thought of not racing hadn't crossed my mind until a few of my friends suggested dropping it, followed by my running coach a week later (yes … Continue reading Not Running