Uncloistered

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  “She gazed ahead through a long reach of future days strung together like pearls in a rosary, every one like the others, and all smooth and flawless and innocent, and her heart went up in thankfulness. Outside was the fervid summer afternoon; the air was filled with the sounds of the busy harvest of men and birds and bees; there were halloos, metallic clatterings, sweet calls, and long hummings. Louisa sat, prayerfully numbering her days, like an uncloistered nun.” A New England Nun By Mary E. Wilkins Freeman (1852–1930)

Run if you can, walk if you have to, crawl if you must.

Ok, I've been sick since Christmas and have come to a grinding halt with all things fitness. I'm getting better though. Slowly. I just want to run again. And lift. I miss running though.


I miss doing things so intense that it becomes spiritual. If you've not exerted yourself that much, then you won't understand--but it happens. 

So when I get better, I'm starting again from zero. Kind of have to because my strength is gone. But I'll get it back. 



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