Endure

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E N D U R E

Some days you have to dig way down into your bag of tricks.

I see beauty in a grey, dripping sky. I feel life in an ice fed river. I let out giggles while slipping and falling on wet, slushy snow.

For me, there will always be a deep gratitude and comfort in the the discomfort. The pain in my lungs and burn in my legs are sensations that I will be forever grateful for. The chance to move my body over mountains, through rivers and alongside nature is truely a gift. When the conditions spiral downward I dig my hands deep into my pockets and hold on to what I know is true. I know not suffering, but life at its fullest.

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Ok...ok...except when it's reeeeeeeally cold and I can't feel my hands or my feet...and then I just stop thinking and start dreaming of hot showers and salted hot chocolate and curling up under warm blankets in front of the wood stove at home. I am flesh and blood after allβœŒοΈπŸ˜‰.

Happy Trails!

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