These legs were made to run. When nothing in the world makes sense, running for miles on end does. Words fail to describe how I feel when I run. Even bliss is an understatement to what it feels like at times. Too much ecstasy for my tiny body to contain all at once. It’s like being high on life x 1000.
And yet the best part is that when I run for 2 hours, I have the time to meditate, to study for my upcoming exams, to prewrite my future Steemit posts in my head, time efficiency at its best or what!? All the while having the most gorgeous of views as the sun starts to rise. Running in fall is definitely my absolute favorite. The smells, the colors, the temperature. Not to mention that it kinda helps my body cope more easily for 2 hours with solely 500 ml of water. Masochism is a lifestyle baby!
I owe everything to this body of mine that has carried me through the wildest of storms. One tough of a motherfucker!