Breaking Limits

“I’m not a runner,” I thought for so long,

But heartbreak pushed me to prove myself wrong.

October arrived, and with it, a shift,

Pain became fuel, and running—a gift.

The first mile hurt, but I wouldn’t quit,

Each step a reminder of strength I commit.

Three miles later, I crossed that line,

Breathless but proud—this victory’s mine.

He sparked the courage to start this race,

But I found my power, my own steady pace.

What once felt impossible now sets me free—

Every stride a testament: I run for me.

~RMC