Ten miles. Just me, the asphalt, and the ghost of my own breathing. Legs burning, headphones screaming some angry punk shit. Coach says pain is just weakness leaving the body. I think it's just pain. But it's the one kind of pain I choose. The only thing that's ever made sense is the rhythm of my own feet hitting the ground. No thoughts. Just run. #CrossCountry #TheOnlyWayOutIsThrough