“They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can’t stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch! I say that’s a good love; one that burns and flies, and you run with it!”
― C. JoyBell C.

“Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.”
― Haruki MurakamiWhat I Talk About When I Talk About Running

“You always feel it, Sherlock, but you don’t have to fear it. Pain. Heartbreak. Loss. Death. It’s all good.”


I hear the pounding of my heart over the pulse of the music

I see the high clouds, drifting, dancing, and blushing like maidens under the touch of the sunrise.

I smell the dry air, carrying promises of the heated day to come.

I feel the tread, littered and tapered with rocks, my feet pounding them to dust a thousand times.

I accept the challenge, burning down the aching, racing, thoughts that drive me back.

I sense the freedom that only flying like this, my own power, can bring.

I’m hungry for more.

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