All The Pretty Horses
She Ran the Bluegrass. It was supposed to be difficult, a rollercoaster of hills. But she kept keeping on. Never slowing and power blooming in her bones with every passing moment. She was fueled by green grassy hills and white farmhouses. She was powered by clean air and blue sky. And by the hours of CrossFit anguish and the early morning runs she hadn’t always been sure she wanted to do. She was powered by everything that made her smile.
And then she returned to Los Angeles.
