My heart is at odds with itself. Who I was and who I'm becoming are in too great a conflict to do anything but destroy each other. Even still, I run. I have not reached what feels like a third of my life without knowing that you run through it, and it hurts and you run through it some more, and if it hurts worse, you run through it even more, and when you finish, you will have broken through. In the end, when you are done, and stretching, and your heartbeat slows, and your sweat dries, if you've run through the hard part, you will remember no pain. There will be a sparkle in your eyes and you will know victory. In the end you shall not regret a single thing.
