I went for a random run tonight, not following any real path, and when I had pushed to the top of quite a big hill, I found a park full of trails. I had no idea it was there, right by my house, with a lake and kids playing - the real deal. It was beautiful. It was quiet, and I probably never would have found it if I had stayed inside.
And now there are blisters on my feet, and dirt in my shoes, I’m drenched in sweat, and I can’t wait to do it again. Running makes you prove what you’re made of, to show your guts. I’m just starting, really, but you have to push yourself to be a runner. You have to take the bad weather, the pain, and you come through it a stronger person.