A moment

This is what a Moment looks like.

Next weekend, 15 March, marks a year since I was mountain-rescued. A year since my running woes started. It feels longer.

It's been weighing on my mind. I've been feeling a little low, my dedication to running has been waning, I can feel myself gaining weight and above all, I miss it. I've only been running a couple of times a week - and sometimes not even that.

So I got up early and went for a run. And this was a Moment. I don't know if you've ever cried when running, but it's such a liberating and cathartic experience. When it's done, you can breathe and the world feels a little better. You're still running and you feel stronger.

It's time for renewed dedication.