“Odds are I’ll never wear an Olympic medal around my neck, but maybe… just maybe, I will. With that in mind I’ll take off down the road and put in the days work. If we don’t try we’ll never know. At least I can find out how good I can be. I can have an answer at the end of the days, and have a hell of a good time with the process.”—From Desiree Davila’s March 2006 training journal, back when her 5k PR was 16:17, and a 5:30 pace track workout felt uncomfortable (for comparison, her 2011 Boston marathon pace was 5:27/mile). (via angel-likes-running)
“forever reblog!!!” the teen girl writes on her favourite post, laughing. she looks around. suddenly she’s not in her room anymore, but in some large warehouse full of girls roughly her age. she looks down to see her hand alt+clicking on the post she just reblogged. and again. and again. “forever reblog,” they all chant in unison. “forever reblog.”
“When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill, When the funds are low and the debts are high, And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, When care is pressing you down a bit,Rest if you must; but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns, As everyone of us sometimes learns, And many a failure turns about, When he might have won had he stuck it out; Don’t give up, though the pace seems slow; You might succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than it seems to a faint and faltering man, Often the struggler has given up, When he might have captured the victor’s cup. And he learned too late, when the night slipped down, How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out; The silver tint of the clouds of doubt; And you never can tell how close you are, It may be near when it seems afar; So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit; It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit.” - Anonymous
“Nothing, Everything, Anything, Something: If you have nothing, then you have everything, because you have the freedom to do anything, without the fear of losing something.”—Jarod Kintz (via givesgoodface)
Cake or collar bonesdry thinning hair?? Pizza or a thigh gapdry peeling skin?? Ice cream or hip bonesdull eyes?? Food or a nice bodydeath??
Think before you eatencourage others to throw their lives away by posting your pro-ana shit all over the internet where vulnerable naive teenagers can read and imitate your illness that you don’t even possess.
Last night I did an 11 mile run at basically tempo pace; half the time I was either running in pitch black or running ceaselessly into the oncoming blinding hue of headlights in the distance. This is me. This is what I do. Every morning I wake up and train no matter what I feel like; it does not matter if I have to run in the middle of a tropical storm in ankle deep water with oncoming cars soaking me to the bone with waves of slurry spewing from the tires and it does not matter if I don’t feel like it; I always train. Even if I think to myself “maybe today I won’t” or “I’m too tired” I still find myself running. By the time I’ve come up with a good argument so as to be able to weasel out of a training session I’ll find myself completing it, drenched in sweat with no regret.
I find myself caring less and less about what others’ think, but not in a “fuck the world” kind of way; it’s more of a strong sense of self fulfillment that grows stronger with every step I take towards becoming the best I can possibly be in everything I participate in.