Two days after the marathon I went for a run.
Just two days after I ran 26.2 hilly miles I was back at it Ė running the familiar loops around the small town I call home.
The sun was shining, it was warm.
I ran an ďeasyĒ 3 miles.
When I was done, I glanced down at my GPS watch, which I threw on as an afterthought, to see what my pace was.
Just two days after a marathon, my pace was 15 minutes faster than my first-ever 5K when I started running 2 years ago.
I am so much stronger now than I was when I started this blog.
And while you've been there to listen to me lament about, well, just about everything, I should let you in on a not-so-secret secret: This journey has been about so much more than running.
Itís been about quiet runs that mean more than any words could explain.
Itís been about getting a friendly nudge from people have told me to give myself more credit.
This digital place weíve created has been the way Iíve kept myself accountable, surprised you, surprised myself, and most important figured out that all this running isnít just about getting and staying fit Ė itís about finding a passion again.
Writing has always been my passion Ė my go-to.
But somehow, running has taken up the space in between the words banging against my brain, filling in the gaps and smoothing the rough edges.
There are always more wrinkles to be smoothed, more miles to run, more new goals to tackle.
If you've read even just one post here, you've come to learn I do not sit still well.
So I am not done; instead I feel like Iím just getting started.
Go ahead. Underestimate me.
Through all of the words and thousands of miles, you've been there.
You got me through the hardest part, and I hope someday I can return the favor.
You can still follow me @EJComeau to see what Iím up to, and Iím always up for a run.
This is my last post here.
Itís time for me to run the rest of the way on my own.