I’ve somehow summoned energy to binge train–and I don’t mean just a couple miles each day– I mean train hard. At least a 5k and preferably a pace no slower than 27 minutes. I don’t miss a day. I push my body beyond its limits. Everything in my body aches. I wonder how sore I’ll…
Haven’t we all pretended to be better than tourists? As if we somehow fit into that level above. That’s because the stigma around “tourists” isn’t good.
As a chubby blonde-haired girl, running through woods, grass, and gravel around my house was stressful. Rather than getting grounded and having my phone taken away for a couple weeks, I was forced to run laps.