Run for life

“My legs throbbed, my chest burned with the cold air and my tears blended with the rain falling on my face. My view was blurry in the dark, wet night, but my mind was as clear as ever.

Through years of practice, I knew how to focus on the road ahead, so I kept my pace despite the pain, 9 minutes per mile, one leg after the other. Feeling sorry for myself wasn’t going to take me to the next aid station, perseverance would.”