A lonely runner along the horizon in Central Park a Sunday afternoon. I can feel the very happiness all the way down to my running shoes. And i do realise there is no turning back. I miss my running so much i could die. Gotta learn to make time for it.
This spring i took the (swedish) mile a couple of times a week and in between some interval and shorter runs. Just love it. In quiet with no pod just feeling those steps. Nothing compares to being really fit and just run. No limits. Such a total ease.
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