Running

Some thoughts from my morning run.

I smoked for most of 16 years. Cigs, weed, shisha, cigars, vapes… you name it.

Spent my 20s moonlighting as a DJ/producer, playing shows, traveling, partying till sunrise.

Needless to say, my body’s been through some shit.

Running scratches the same masochistic itch (minus the long-term damage).

It’s one of the few sports where progress is guaranteed if you just keep moving.

One foot in front of the other. That’s it.

Each step takes you further from your origin and closer to your destination.

Each form correction, a quiet reminder: you can always adjust, always improve.

And yet—it never gets easier.
You just get better at enduring.

Maybe that’s why I stuck with it.
A solitary ritual. A moving meditation. A metaphor that runs deep.

Great work and reflections. Keep up the runs.