My lungs were still pumping fresh air into my body, my breathing heavy as I walked towards the river again. I paused here to take in the moon's reflection as it danced on the water. For the first time in months, or what seems like forever my day had ended -or started- with gates open to a new road ahead of me, lit up in the night sky, ready to guide me.
Only once I had returned to my car did I notice that I had just run the fastest three miles I have ever run since I started out on this running journey on the 20th of August, 2014 when I ran my very first mile without stopping. Without that run, without the person who ran by my side that day, without him telling me I can do anything, I just need to try, I wouldn't have had this full moon run, nor would I have had the few hundred runs in between and I wouldn't be as strong and confident as I am today. Thank you curls, for the gift of running.
PS: I am going to start sharing more here on running, hiking, my love of nature and passion for adventure. Without these outlets I wouldn't be the jeweler I am today. The confidence I gain follows me to the bench, as do the sights I see on foot, the flowers I run past, the colors I see in the sky, the reflections in rivers and puddles, the organic shapes, the man-made skylines. They all come together and are expressed through my tools, in metal, made into works of art which people like you and adorn ourselves with.
Thanks for reading, following me and encouraging me. xo, kim