Once upon a time lived a very cheeky young woman who lived in the thirty-fifth largest city in the United States of America. She loved to write. She loved to gallivant around town, but most importantly, she loved to exercise. In fact, she loved to exercise so much that she would drop anything on a whim and go for a run. There was nothing better, she thought, than going for a run, for when she did, she got to escape to “Never Never Land” and lose herself in wonderful, adventurous thoughts.
One day, this sassy little gal decided to run more miles in a week than she had ever run before. She felt strong, like she had within her, the strength to conquer the world. She knew it wouldn’t be easy, but she also knew, that easy wasn’t what she was looking for. No wind, rain, cold, or monstrous hills could stand in her way…so the story goes.
The historic roads of the battlefields eased her strides. The two bonded over the magnificent landscape. She was enthralled by its beauty. The hills acted as a seesaw, tossing her up and down like the waves of the ocean and there was nothing dearer to her heart, that week, than the quaintness of her surroundings. The battlefields served as her therapy: Their therapeutic essence made her smile and so she ran 40 miles that week…40 wondrous miles.
161 miles so far in 2015!!!!!
Have a beautiful Monday!!!