5 mo PO. Towards the end of my walk this morning as I came down this straightaway in the track, I suddenly wanted to break into a run – despite my fatigue & aching hams. I burst into tears with the longing. To actually do it at this point would be super dumb, but I’m going to call it progress. I’d written off running from my life. Must be the new sneaks. I texted my friend to tell her and she sent back this meme. So progress, and patience.
Den of Positivity 