The Longest Mile

Somewhere past mile three, when my legs started asking questions my mind couldn’t answer, I saw it - a roadrunner standing in the middle of the trail.

It didn’t dart away like most things do when you get too close. Instead, it stayed ahead of me - always just out of reach, always moving forward - until we reached the top of the hill together.

It could’ve vanished into the brush a hundred times, but it didn’t. It kept me moving. Kept me climbing.

Some guides don’t speak. They just show you what you still have left.

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