The Race Gives Her Reason

My lungs. Burn. 

My legs. Ache.

Yet I could not imagine anywhere I would rather be. 

My stride carries me along, but it's the mentality that gets me across the finishline. 

For this is the reason I have learned to push myself.  This is the reason I find myself invested in everything I do.  This is the reason I have come to learn self discipline.  This is the reason that I continue to find joy in the more minute moments of life.  

As my teammates cheer me to the finish, I know running is the reason I have become who I am.  Strong. 

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