runner girl

I love to run. 

I can’t imagine my life without it. 

I used to be afraid of it. 

I let it control me.

Now, I have grown to find the affection in it again. 

However, the more I think about it, 

I wonder if I ever stopped loving it.

Maybe it is just that my love grew too strong… 

too extreme. 

Now, when I run I imagine myself when I was younger,

less mature and fragile. 

I have begun to remember why I started to run. 

Why I began this journey. 

Every step I take shows me why I first took that step. 

Why I started to run. 

I run because I truly love this sport. 

I run because it is a way to show myself I am strong, 

I am passionate, I am brave. 

I run because I love it.


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