I’m not sure how long I stayed there. I’m pretty sure people were yelling at me to get up. It felt like hours but was probably only a minute or two. Suddenly, there were hands on my arms, lifting me up, and a kind voice saying, “Trish, you’re okay, go ahead and finish, you’re almost there.”
The evening I forced myself out of my house rather than vegging, my run ended with such a magnificent sunset. Instead of crying tears of frustration, my heart felt full of joy to see such a sight. Running seems to shake off the dust and nonsense from my thoughts. It’s much harder to feel overwhelmed and sorry for myself when I’m enjoying the magnificent world and body to experience it all.