Things I do without much thought.
After every run, whether it's an unspectacular jog or a momentous race, I stop, look up at the sky, and give thanks. To whom or why I can't say, but that's not the point of this ritual. What matters is the gratitude I express.
I give thanks for the breath of fresh air, for the embrace of nature, and for the company of the elements that invigorate my spirit.
I give thanks for the beauty of the experience itself. Even when the miles feel heavy or the road seems endless, I appreciate every step I've taken.
I give thanks for the countless triumphs, big and small, and the setbacks that add depth to my journey as a runner.
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