What I thought was going to be an okay run through the park turned out to be the most awesome possum run ever! I don't know what it was, be it the sun, the wind, the sheer joy of being somewhere that isn't home, being surrounded by trees, I couldn't help but hold a giant smile when I was running through the park. I felt so much joy while running through the park I wasn't sure how to describe it. Pure unadulterated joy bubbling up from the inside while I pound the asphalt trails. I decided to run up the trail that leads up to Strawberry hill and was greeted by the sight of the Golden Gate bridge and the city that surrounds it. One word. Breathtaking.
I never really quite understood the quote "Life isn't measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take your breath away." Since I never really had many 'take my breath away' moments, it was always a bit hard to relate to. However today, I think I finally get it.
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