Yesterday, I went for a run. It was warm and cloudy, rain threatening. And it came, near the end of my run, when my legs were hurting and I was grateful for every bit of downhill terrain I could find. I turned my face up to catch the rain, and suddenly, everything felt right. I was running toward something, and I didn't know what, and it didn't matter. All that mattered was the forward momentum, one foot in front of the other.
I am turning my face up to whatever comes.
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