What better way to spend a Sunday morning than going up and down, up and down, up and down the Haga hill (Hagabacken), on legs... well, on legs quite shaky at the end? The beauty of repetition, of grinding, of perseverance strikes me often. Of not giving up when the going gets rough. Of finding peace within when circumstances aren’t ideal or your body gets uncomfortable. We’re all so capable. So, so, so capable. Even if we curse and pant and huff and puff along the way.
The downright incredible sports woman @arboone11 puts it like this: the race is the celebration of all the training. Whether your goal is a race or something not even remotely related to a physical challenge, those words ring true, I think. Let’s never forget all the hard work we put in to get where we want. The tears, the pain, the anxiety, the worries, the failures. Those all play a crucial part in fulfilling whatever it is we dream of. I’m sure of it.
And when those darn hill repeats are done, a leap of joy is mandatory. #liveslowrunfar