[+] Running Into Myself

Depth Over Distance

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Depth Over Distance

There’s a difference between movement and meaning.

The world often applauds the runner who covers the most ground, reaches the highest summit, finishes the race in the best time. Broad and visible.

But I don't want wide. I want deep.

I’m not running to conquer something external. I’m running to surrender to the inside. The habitat that strips me down until all that remains is unedited honesty.

(Photo by Nils Laengner)

Don’t Take Me Somewhere – Take Me In

Each run begins at my doorstep, but that’s never the true starting point. The real entry lies behind the curtain of distractions I carry in my head: the unfinished to-dos, the noise of Instagram, the comparisons of Strava. Once I cross this threshold, I begin to fall inward.

Running, for me, is not linear. It’s vertical. A kind of slow, deliberate plunge.
I’m digging, not progressing. Excavating, not escaping.