Dear Broad Street Run,
When my knee aches after a run, I do not automatically fear. I RICE.
When I have a bad run, I do not doubt the existence of all of the great runs that came before.
When hills hurt, as they often do, I do not convince myself you are flat and I will be fine.
When miles make my tendons scream, I do not allow myself the luxury of a slower pace or a moment of "what if I can't do this."
I may have broken down and broken my knee last October, but I want you, especially, to know I'm stronger for it. Setbacks are only such that we allow them to be. Every mile I run that brings me closer to you is a hard fought reminder of how far I fell. But, 7 months later, it's been one hell of a climb back up.
[High Five] JC
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