For her.

When I started running I believed that I was running from something; from my grief, from my depression and from the helplessness I felt crushed under. It wasn't until June 9th 2016 that I realised I hadn't been running from something all this time. I was in fact running towards something; I was running towards … Continue reading For her.

My First DNF

Before this race even started, I contemplated quitting. Pulling back the curtains the morning before the race revealed a hurdle I had not accounted for, let alone trained for: a heavy deluge of snow. The snow lay thickly upon the ground, silently mocking my precarious mental strength. The race ahead was the biggest running challenge … Continue reading My First DNF