If you don’t sacrifice for your goals, your goals will end up being the sacrifice.“
Something my coach told me (via ha1fwaythere)

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@thebendyrunner
If you don’t sacrifice for your goals, your goals will end up being the sacrifice.“
Something my coach told me (via ha1fwaythere)
It takes time to fall in love with running again. It takes runs in the pouring rain, excited conversations with your teammates, running new courses, running familiar ones just for comfort. sometimes falling in love means removing yourself from the science of it all and just feeling it. feeling the run, the pain, the high that comes after. sometimes it means leaving the watch at home and forgetting about pace. falling in love again means forgiveness. sometimes you need to take a step back and realize you are exactly where you need to be. you have been in the darkness before, and you have no reason to fear anything anymore.
For the first time in years, I have that fluttery feeling of excitement in my chest when I think about running. And it's the most incredible thing the world.
“When Kathrine Switzer first ran the Boston Marathon in 1967, a race official tried to physically remove her from the route after he discovered that she was female. Today, 50 years later, the now 70-year-old Switzer has successfully completed the marathon once again – this time running it in 4 hours, 44 minutes at the head of a team of over 100 women! Switzer was a 20-year-old college student at Syracuse University in 1967 when she registered for the race using her initials, K.V. Switzer. Not realizing that she was a woman, who were barred from participating in the Boston Marathon for over 70 years, race officials issued her an entry number.” From amightygirl on Facebook.
After you’ve had this sport taken away so many times, every sunny stride is a blessing ☀️
It's so hard to get back into things but I'm trying
Nothing in my life has ever broken my heart the way running has. And yet I cannot breathe without it.
Kara Goucher (via journeybacktostrong)
If I quit now, I will soon be back to where I started. And when I started I was desperately wishing to be where I am now.
Unknown (via perrfectly)
I may be a long way from where I used to be, but that’s okay. Today I went out to the riverside trails and just got my body moving. Ran some, walked some and ended up doing 5km. It’s frustrating starting over but I hope that progress will be quick. My legs still have it, so I need to focus on slowing them down a little until the lungs catch up.
i wonder how many jars of peanut butter i’ve eaten in my lifetime more than 10 definitely less than 1 million probably
How many times do I have to yell “lane 1″ before people realize they shouldn’t be walking or standing in that lane.
I’m going to be fast again. The fire is back, and I’m not going to let it go out again.
Sometimes you break the things you love and sometimes the things you love break you.
r. m. drake (via difficult)
so my running career has been a joke for four years but my parents still love me and my friends love me and my dogs don’t even know my mile time and they still think I’m the greatest person on earth and when my heart is breaking day in & day out, these are my small comforts.
Almost three years ago to the day, a doctor told me that I could never run again. I was a relatively healthy 18-year old varsity runner, at the collegiate level. And I was told it was all over. Today, I told that story. It was surprisingly nerve-wracking to put myself out there and see the looks on people’s faces. And I can only imagine I looked the same way on that day. It wasn’t until after the fact that I realized it was so close to the date I was told the news. So now I have to keep this all in mind. Those days, weeks and months where I never want to lace-up my shoes and head out the door...do it. I proved them wrong. I silenced the professionals. I pushed and pushed. And you know what? I can run. And I am so incredibly blessed to be able to say those three words.
Dreamiest snow run
How does this make my list favourite thing (winter running) look so magical?