The race was charted out in meticulous detail. There was Plan
A, a Plan B; and a plan for when things went wrong as I knew they would.
But when I actually started running, my legs listened not to
my brain, but to my heart. My heart knew the pace I should hit and the pace I should
keep. My heart knew when to slow down, and when to keep going. My heart helped
me run a race I never knew I could- turn in a time I never thought possible.
Why can’t we learn to listen to our heart?
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3 comments:
oh, I love this. It's making me think of other things and the metaphor is just beautiful to me... I find it's almost impossible for me to run with a heavy heart, but if I force myself to do it, it somehow gets lighter. Usually. :o) <3
Congrats on a race well run! Yes we do need to listen to our hearts more!
Hugs
SueAnn
Oh, such wonderful news, Natasha! Congratulations and thanks for sharing!
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