December 14th, 2016 – It was dark and cold outside. My muscles ached after the long work day. It was late, I was drained, and I had to wake up early the next day.
However, I chose not to cozy up inside the house and head to bed. I still had a run to do. So I put on my running shoes and coat, went outside, and ran.
I ran despite my fingers feeling numb from cold. I ran despite the wind drying my eyes and making it sting too much to keep open. I ran when the sweat became frost on my hair. I ran and ran until I got to my halfway point: a bakery that closed its doors and became a tobacco shop.
I felt heavy by the time I took this picture, but I didn’t stop. I already ran this distance, running it again should be no problem. So I kept running.