I am officially training for a half marathon in Vermont in September. This is week 6 of training, which started yesterday. I am running between 20-50 miles a week out here in the back roads of Veryork. So far this body has ran nearly 200 miles in a little over five weeks. I'm proud of that, but even more proud of how much I am starting to enjoy running and grow as a runner. It make sense, I suppose. This whole farm dream has been a marathon, hasn't it? You keep going. You don't give up. You don't listen to the people making fun of you as they drive by in their pickups. You don't make excuses about rain, heat, or being tired. You keep going. The fact that I am training for this race (to simply complete it, not win it) at the same time I am trying to keep the farm going - the metaphor isn't lost on me. I feel stronger and leaner than I ever have. I may be short, and I may have the stride and build of a Hobbit - but there's something fierce in there. I'm proud of that reflection.
The blog of author Jenna Woginrich of Cold Antler Farm. Where pop culture meets agriculture! Here she writes about her adventures following her feral life as a self-employed writer, homesteader, archer, falconer, equestrian, martial artist, hunter, spinner, brewer, geek, and real-life Game of Thrones Extra. She loves movies, music, running far, and eating animals.
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