Running never fails...

The road is patient, the night is kind.
It does not envy.
My power is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude;
I am not self-seeking, nor easily angered.
I keep no more record of wrongdoings.
I do not delight in the epic failures,
But rejoice in my determined effort.
A night sky always protects, trusts, hopes, and preserves.
There is nothing I cannot face;
There is no limit to my faith, hope, and endurance.
In a word, the running high doesn't last forever:
Nor the pain, fatigue, or speed;
But the greatest gift of the run is a life I love.


In love,
Beth