why do i do it?

why do i run?

i run and it hurts [ a good hurt].

this hurt causes a strange phenomenon-

i become me.

like an emotional cadaver,

i am exposed and raw.

no pretending, no facades.

because of this:

i am given the opportunity to reflect.

to not read in between the lines.

i can see the me i want others to see.

my unimportant world fades-

and my important one becomes clearer.

"My PRs will never garner attention or generate awards. But when I run, I am 100
percent me- my strengths and weaknesses play out like a cracked- open diary, my
emotions often as raw as the chafing from my jog bra. In my ultimate moments of
vulnerability, I am twice the woman I was when I though I was meant to look
pretty on the sidelines. Sweaty and smiling, breathless and beautiful: runing
helps us all shine. A lesson worth passing along."

- Kristin Armstrong

the canals.

1100 north.

old, familiar paths of accidentally discovering myself.
again, and again, and again. . .

i only have winter shots. but i think that the snow is magically beautiful.

my favorite

i love that i caught this girl sledding

home.