When you’re on that line, nothing else matters. And you better be thinking about how much you love this. The thrill, the competition, the ability to push yourself beyond what you ever believed you could do. And suddenly you’re racing for your life. And it hurts, you’re tired, but you still love it. And you pull something out of you for that last 200 meters to sprint past that person in front of you. And after you cross the finish line, you leave, knowing, that you left it all out there. That’s what racing is all about. It’s a passion. It’s something to be proud of.

(via truerunner)


Does it bother anyone else that there are parts of your life you don’t remember? You have done and said things that you don’t even know about anymore. That means you don’t even have the right perception of yourself because you don’t even fully know who you are. However, something that you’ve forgotten about could be a prominent memory in somebody else’s mind. It trips me out.


“Is it weird that I just starting seeing someone but I can picture parts of our future? I don’t know if they do though.”


Is it weird that I just starting seeing someone but I can picture parts of our future? I don’t know if they do though.”


i dont think my friends understand. when i say my room is messy i dont mean “cute” messy where i have a jacket hanging here and there i mean messy as in fuckin trash island where garbage citizens hold elections over who will become the next trash overlord it’s fuckin gross

Random Practice Recap

After a long, depressing, crappy day I was revived by a beautiful “5” mile tempo.

1.9 mile warm up
4 strides
*4.9 miles in 34:14, so ~ sub 7 pace.* (barely haha but still woaahh wut)
1.8 mile cool down

Total = 8.6 miles

It felt great running with my teammate Alexia (mrs-keating…I think), especially on our musical cool down :D Also, it’s our first run that’s over 7 miles after a long week or so of constant heat advisories so hallelujah to having normal mileage weeks again!

All bad days have their silver linings.

You are meant to fight. When you are sick, your body fights for its right to function. When you hold your breath, your body fights for its right to breathe. There are billions of tiny events—from the surface of your skin, down to the very cells of your body—that have to happen in order for you to be simply sitting here today. If your most minuscule parts haven’t given up yet,

Why should you?

n.t. (via coyotegold)