Now if we had the power to bring our neighbors home from war they would have never missed a Christmas.. no more ribbons on their door.
—Waiting On The World To CHANGE
Monday. Night.
Oh this Monday night just became mine. A bite of cake and then listening to JMayer’s tracks on repeat until I fall asleep. Perhaps, just maybe I’ll dream someone missed me.
Cause there’s no pain when your feet start movin’, just let loose and you’ll feel alright. Just keep it going all night. Let the good times roll.
—Mr. Ben Rector
Happy Easter!
.Simple kind of loving.
Zzz not so much tonight..
So impatient.. Perhaps bc I’m wishing for something to change in an instant, but realizing it’s going to take a long time?.. Hmm to let go or to grab hold so tight and take control again.
Pretty sure I should take up kick boxing..I kinda feel like a little firecracker.
Mission Sleep please
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- 1. Break! Bed… Night :)
Every Run is a work of art, a drawing on each day’s canvas. Some runs are shouts & some runs are whispers. Some runs are eulogies & others celebrations. When you’re angry, a run can be a sharp slap in the face. When happy, a run is your song. And when your running progresses enough to become the chrysalis through which life is viewed l, motivation is almost beside the point. Rather, it’s running that motivates you for everything else the day holds.
—Training Log -RWCBoWR
I hope to see you out on the roads, the trails, or the track. May your feet and your heart feel light.
—Complete Book of Women’s Running
Same Boy… Same Girl
What happened to the good old days when the worst possible incident was falling down and scraping your knee? Now when we fall- we fall hard incidentally scraping our hearts. Every brutal scratch forms a protecting layer of skin, so the next time we try to give our hearts away we must re-open the wounds to allow someone else to try to heal the markings.. Is it all worth it?
