I’ve always loved distance running. Or at least I did before my migraine disorder switched from episodic to chronic four years ago.
I loved the feeling of setting a goal for my run, and feeling the strength of my body as I pushed myself to each checkpoint along the way.
Each mile marker I met, I would cheer myself on, and tell myself that I could make it to the next one. I loved the challenge of pacing myself — knowing how far I’d come, and how far I still had to go.
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