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.
The feed goes dark.
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