I Run When Life Feels Hard.

Some days feel heavier than others.

When my brain is foggy.
When I can’t make sense of what people are saying.
When everything feels too fast and too loud.
When I start to believe the lies people have said about me. Or the lies I’ve told myself.

I lace up my shoes.
And I run.

Running makes me feel free.

It doesn’t ask me to explain myself.
It doesn’t get frustrated if I need more time.
It doesn’t laugh if I do something differently.

I run because I can.

Because for a long time, there wasn’t anything I was good at.
Because there were days I didn’t think I could.
Because when everything else feels like too much, running reminds me I’m still strong.

It helps me breathe.

I run to clear my mind.
To calm my anxiety.
To remind myself I am capable.
To prove to myself that I have a place to belong.

One foot in front of the other.

Some people run for races. Some run for medals.
I run to stay grounded. To feel peace.
I run when life feels hard because it helps me come back to myself.

Even on the hard days.
Especially on the hard days.

I run.