So yeah. I’m the juicer. I overdo it. I eat gas station hot dogs. I fight with 5k specialists on the internet. But tomorrow morning, I’ll be back on the road. Not because I’m tough. Because I don’t know who I am when I’m not moving.
The ‘juicer’ thing? It’s a joke. But the addiction isn’t. I can’t sleep if I don’t get the miles. I feel guilty if I take a rest day. I snapped at Kyle today because he suggested a ‘chill week.’ That’s not normal. juicer social feed
“Real talk for the feed. I joke about the pain. I meme about the hot dogs. But tonight, after that run, I sat in my car for 20 minutes because I was too tired to walk up the stairs to my apartment. So yeah
But here’s the thing. When I’m out there at 5 AM, alone, and the only sound is my breath and my feet hitting the ground… I’m not running from anything. I’m running toward the only version of myself that makes sense. I eat gas station hot dogs
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