[thequeengisele]

[aureliism]

[ashh-q-deactivated20190213]

[livinglowercarb]

[girlsgotsole]

It was being a runner that mattered, not how fast or how far I could run. The joy was in the act of running and in the journey, not in the destination.

–John Bingham (via girlsgotsole)

[rob-walks-deactivated20210614]

whats the hardest thing you ever had to admit to yourself?

[yallstillhere]

I’m the one holding myself back

[karl-shakur]

[lengthen-your-stride]

Running will be there 7am while he’s on his work shift. The hills and trails will be there when there are no arms to comfort you. The clouds will gaze down upon your most glorious moments when no soul is there to witness them. The trees will never utter anything about your messy braid, no makeup or sweaty shirt. Only love what can love you back unconditionally.

Emma Clark (via lengthen-your-stride)

[ultracraig]

[joggingen]

Running in the woods beats everything

[stupid-jogger]

Your body can stand almost anything. It’s your mind you have to convince!

[upprvalley]

Jenn Shelton and Krissy Moehl heading toward Glen Pass 50 miles into their attempt at the fastest known time on the 220 mile John Muir Trail

[ashrunsmountains-blog]

[zoeatery]

[chasingultra]

[thatlinearttho]

[help-n-quotes]

And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.

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[lulufrost]