On Your Porch
Coat: J. Crew (last season); Top: Theory via Marshalls (similar); Jeans: Old Navy; Scarf: Gift (similar here or here); Bag: Philip Lim x Target; Boots: Nine West (similar); Shades: Ray Ban
Yesterday morning, I went for a run. It was cold and bright. I did one of my usual routes, down around the Capitol and back, about 2 miles or so. It did not feel good. My legs fought me the whole way, my breath caught in my chest, my heart pounded constantly.
I wouldn't call myself a runner. Runners are fluid. Graceful. At ease. I'm envious of them whenever they pass me, their stride long, the breath measured. There's such beauty in being a runner like that.
And then there's me, panting and spitting while I struggle with my two miles.
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