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When you’re young, you trick yourself into believing your body is limitless.

No matter how hard you run today, you feel light again tomorrow. Yesterday’s overexertion doesn’t hold your ankle back the next morning. That’s a privilege only youth allows.

Speed is part of it too. Your heart races without fear, your lungs expand without hesitation. There’s a stretch of life where you can just run flat out, wherever your legs take you, without wondering if you’ll get hurt.

Your body adapting quickly to new stimulus is part of it as well. A distance you’ve never run before today — give it a few days, and your body simply absorbs it.

But I found something more important than any of that.

It wasn’t something my body could do. It was a certain mindset my body ended up building in me.

The day I ran my first 5K, my legs were shaking, but I finished. Same with my first 10K. Same with my first half marathon. Every time, I started with the same fear — can I actually do this? — and every time, I did.

And as those experiences added up, I came to understand something. Fear isn’t a sign you’re about to fail — it’s just the natural feeling anyone has standing in front of something new. And if you carry that fear and take the first step anyway, your body figures it out. It adapts. It gets you there.

That’s the real treasure running gave me. Standing in front of a new distance, a new challenge — and not being as afraid as I used to be.

Now, even in front of things I’ve never tried before, I think this:

“Never having done it before isn’t a reason I can’t. I just have to carry the fear and start anyway. Running taught me that.”

The things a young body can do will eventually change. But this mindset — stepping forward even in the presence of fear — once it’s built, it stays.

So right now, through running, I hope you build that mindset too. Whatever you go on to try, may you carry a heart that isn’t afraid.

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There are things you only learn once you’ve gotten older.

That recovery speed changes with age. That things which used to be a given, no longer are.

At first, I took this as loss. What used to take a day to recover from now takes two, sometimes three. I kept catching myself longing for my old pace, my old body.

But then it occurred to me.

I need to hold onto both the blessing given to me now, and the treasure that was given to me before.

The treasures of the past aren’t memories meant to fuel regret over what’s gone now. They were gifts given to me at that time — something to be grateful for, simply as they were.

And right now, I’m standing in the middle of another treasure. I just haven’t found it yet.

There’s a treasure hidden even in this slower recovery. Learning to listen more carefully to my body. Each day mattering more than it used to. And the simple fact that I can still run at all.

What I need isn’t the strength to go back to how things were — it’s the wisdom to find and be grateful for what’s here, right now.

Running the same route every day can start to feel repetitive. But if you shift your perspective just a little, you’ll find there are more ways to bring variety into a run than you might think.

The easiest one is distance. Five kilometers yesterday, eight today, ten next time — filling different distances with the same two legs makes your body respond differently each time. Then there’s space. Stepping outside your usual neighborhood, into the next one over or somewhere entirely unfamiliar, turns a run into an exploration. And whether you run alone or with someone else changes the experience every time, too. Alone, you can focus on your own rhythm; together, conversation and pace adjustments bring a different kind of fun.

Among all of these, the most special moment is stumbling onto a road you’ve never run before. Turning down an unfamiliar street or path based only on a map, and finding it opens into unexpected scenery — that in itself becomes a small challenge and a reward.

And on the truly lucky days, you find a stretch with no traffic lights at all, one that lets you keep moving without interruption. Discovering a road like that feels like finding treasure. For those few kilometers, with no signals or crosswalks to break your rhythm, you can focus purely on your breath and your footsteps — and feel the pure joy of running in its rawest form.

Add a long, gently sloping downhill to that, and it’s even better. Not steep, but stretching on for a good while, a road like that makes your body feel lighter, and a smile comes without even trying.

In the end, running is the same exercise done with the same two legs, but depending on the distance, the place, the company, and the unexpected roads you meet along the way, it becomes a different story every time. Maybe chasing after those small changes is exactly what keeps running enjoyable for the long haul.

We ran together again today.

Some ran 4km, some ran 8km, and one of us went all the way to 16km. Each at our own pace, each our own distance.

Running together is a strange thing, really. Even side by side, you’re still running with your own breath, your own legs, your own pace. No one can run it for you. The hard part is still yours to carry, alone.

And yet, running together changes something.

Sharing the same time, the same space. Knowing that someone else is out there trying too. That alone makes it different. Not everyone chooses this. There’s a certain feeling only the people who make time — early morning or late evening — to move their bodies come to understand.

The distances were all different. Someone stopped at 4km. Someone finished 8km. Someone kept going to 16.

But afterward, we all gathered in one place and lined up our shoes for a photo.

Different distances, same finish — brought back together at one point in time.

When the feet come together, that feels like the answer.

We weren’t alone.

I ran 10km Friday morning, and then again in the evening for my running club.

Two laps around the park added up to 8km. Eighteen kilometers total for the day — more than I’d planned, honestly.

We were standing around afterward, talking about nothing in particular, when someone told us to look up.

A double rainbow.

I’d been tired from running all day, but for that one moment I forgot about my legs and just stared at the sky. Moments like that are probably why I keep running.

Symbolic Meaning

• Biblical significance: In Genesis 9, the rainbow is God’s covenant sign given to Noah — a symbol of the promise that He would never again destroy the earth by flood. Given your faith perspective, there’s a natural way to read this: after a hard day (18km), you crossed paths with a “sign of promise and grace.”
• General symbolism: Hope, good fortune, double blessing, unexpected reward — commonly interpreted as “a gift that arrives twice over after enduring something difficult.”

I run near the office most mornings, but I never have much time — no long detours, and definitely no room for exploring unfamiliar streets.

Today I passed the park I usually loop back from, but this time I just kept going straight through it.

I followed the road wherever it led.

I climbed a steep hill and found a course that continued down the other side.

By the time I was done, I’d covered 11km.

It turned out to be a solid route. And having a few different courses in rotation keeps things from ever feeling stale — you stop dreading the same old path.

I already mix things up around my neighborhood, but finding a brand new route near the office this morning made for a genuinely good start to the day.

I didn’t get any photos, but I passed some beautifully kept houses along the way.

It’s a different kind of scenery than what you get on trails or through the woods — and I like that contrast.

Next time I run this way, I’ll try to bring my camera and share some shots with you.