Saturday was my third weekend group run. The temperature at 8 am in the morning was already blaringly hot, but the time and the distance passed quickly.
It is amazing to me how my body has adapted. My goals are still a long way off, but the meditation of the run has set it.
I pound the pavement and I am able to focus, clear my head, and breathe.
I have decided to dedicate my run to my grandfather and my father, two of the most important men in my life, both unfairly burdened with the pain of cancer.
I run for them. And when the cramps and the broken breathing and the sore muscles set in, I will remember them and be strong and go long.
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