@cuna-max
The weather flipped overnight—winter’s edge melting into a sudden, gentle warmth.
I set out for an easy 8K, lifted by the surprise of it, but my legs kept asking for more.
The air felt soft, the rhythm steady, and for a moment it felt like I could run straight through the day.
But in the last kilometer, a sharp sting hit my right knee, pulling me back to reality.
A reminder that sprinting, no matter how light the air feels, always lands a little harder on the body.
Still, the warmth lingered.
And so did the feeling that, even with the pause, it was a good run.
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