Over the hurdles

When I ran track in high school, I never did hurdles. I'm much to short. Which is fine. I did sprints during the day at practice and long runs at night by myself. I got a little bit of everything.
As I got out of running track and started running for me, I just did the long runs. With a little sprint at the end just to see if I had it in me.

Now, as I've gotten through the past two weeks, I realize that I was really running hurdles all along... just not the ones you see lined up on a track during a meet. I've done it through many different situations. And now I'm starting to do it again.

It's where I can push myself until it hurts, scream, cry, go all out, go until I can't go anymore, and no one asks me about it. It's my time to get through the hard stuff, to figure it out, try to make sense of it. And if at the end of it, if I still can't make sense of it all, I'm at least a little more at peace with it.

So I ran hurdles all along. They are not the ones I thought. They're much taller.