#buildyourselfup

Do not come knocking on my door when your world crashes the way mine crashed without you. The shattered pieces of my soul have now scattered. Do not knock on my door as I may just allow you back in. But do not awaken my healed scars of ache. Do not allow me to relive the pain I grieved for you. Do not allow me to stroke the once fine lines of your structured face to find answers to unspoken questions. As those questions were answered in my mind, when nights were long and I only had myself to talk to. Do not allow my buried cravings to reach the surface again. I no longer want to taste you. U forced me to swallow the bitter truth when I refused to believe you no longer loved me.

Do not knock on my door. I no longer exist.

These scars do not define me, though they paint the story of my existence. With every imperfection written on my flesh there is beauty flourishing underneath. No matter the shape of this vessel what I hold within myself is far more beautiful than this world could ever know.

If your goals don't challenge you, maybe even cause others to look at you weird...are they even big enough?

Are you crazy? Why? That sounds hard! I didn’t know you could run that far. I didn’t know you were a runner! This was the craziest and most painful race of all time! These are just a few responses I have gotten when explaining what my goals are in early 2024. I have been training with the Jeff Gallaway, marathon Olympian, plan. He coined it as his Run-Walk-Run method, which allows your legs to…