run, run, run
Fitness has always been in my life in some sort of capacity. When I was younger and in my early teenage years, I was always on a school team or youth league of some sort. After high school, I spent six years in the military and fitness was a part of every day life. In reference to the above quote, I've always referred to 'pain' as the sores and aches that sneak up on you after a good work out. It wasn't until the passing of someone dear to me that the definition changed. Now running has becoming a stress relief, and more importantly a way for me to cope with a loss. It's worked. Here are a couple snapshots from a 12 miler I did last week with the BF along the ocean.
**btw, these were my first time breaking in my new Saucony's - not bad after 12 miles!**
