There is so much about this run that I can’t remember. There is so much about this run I don’t know. I can’t remember how many miles it was. I can’t remember the pace I ran. I don’t know what my heart rate was. I don’t know what the cadence was.
Power output… I don’t know it. Calories burned… don’t know that either. Elevation gain… no idea.
But I do remember being happy. And I remember how beautiful Central Park was that night with the snow falling. I can remember how cold it was outside. I can remember how warm I felt inside. I remember being thankful that I could run. I remember hoping that I would never forget this run that night.
I can’t remember so much about this run. But I remember everything that matters.
This is about running. This is not about running.