Peace. Love. Passion. Adventure.

The alarm goes off and I stir from my sleep. I dress quickly not wanting to lose any time. I grab some OJ and a tortilla and head out the door. I walk up the gravel road as I sip and eat, thinking. It is dark outside; I set up my ipod and get started. The first few steps are planned, thought out, purposeful. After the first few miles I’ve struck a rhythm and I glide effortlessly, unthinking, natural. The sun begins to rise and a change in scenery brings my mind back from space to form thoughts, process what it is I am striving for, what it is that I am working towards. As I go on I replenish my drained muscles with supplements and water. I press forward, strong, confident, determined. There are times when I don’t think for miles, I come back to myself and realize it has been miles since I last processed a thought. Peace, love, passion, adventure. I hit my favorite part of my run, the turn around point, I am headed home, and everything is downhill from here. I feel so alive, I feel amazing. The sun is nearly over the mountains in the east as I am nearly home, only a few more miles to go. The air is getting hotter; my legs are feeling the pavement more and more. My mind wanders to the refreshing breakfast I’ll make myself when I get home. How good the warm water will feel on my sore muscles. I pick up my pace to bring it in strong. My foot hits the gravel road and I press pause. I end my workout and listen to my stats. I take off my hat and feel the hot sun on my forehead. Sweat beads down my brow as I walk. 20 miles, I just ran 20 miles. 26, here I come.