Hey there, blog fans.
Today, I want to do something a little different and really try to open myself up a bit more. I want to write a letter, a letter to a lost love. Hold on to your hats, I’m bringing the feels.
We had some great times together in 2014, you and I. At least 3 times a week we could be found frolicking around Roath Park together. Admittedly, our distances weren’t great but we worked hard and stretched our time in to regular 5km runs. We pushed through monsoon like rain, swamp like terrains and even that awkward cycling short period I went through. We were inseparable and we were happy.
Now? Now I fear that our love has dimmed. I wasn’t prepared for winter and I’ve let myself go. I’ve indulged my inner sloth and neglected you. I’ve always been lazy. I don’t want to make excuses for my behaviour but it’s true. If there’s an easy way, I’ll take it. If there’s a way to avoid something altogether, I’m all over it like a rash. Running was our thing though. We struggled through some dark times together and came out the other side brighter for it. We had feels for each other.
But then, i don’t know. I just found I wasn’t in the mood. I wasn’t as prepared for the cold weather as I thought I was. I’m so sorry but … Oh god.. I chose pyjamas over you. More than once.
But this is my promise to you, running. I’m gonna get a wet weather jacket and some thermals. I’m going to buy a second pair of trainers. I’m going to put 2 middle fingers up at Mother Nature & tell her to stick her rainy weather where the sun don’t shine!
I really will.
When I’ve eaten my body weight in chocolate and mini sausage rolls.
We will be together again, my love. Oh yes. We will.
Love, me x
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