The Story
Her footsteps echoed on the deserted pavement, her breath misting in the cool air.
The pre-dawn sky was a canvas of muted blues and purples, the city still wrapped in slumber.
She ran with a steady rhythm, steeped in a necessary solitude.
Beyond this track, a delicate balance awaited – a demanding profession, a family she loved, the weight of showing up for everyone.
But in these quiet morning hours, she was free. Alone, but never lonely. Just her heartbeat, her breath, her strength and ambition.
As the sun peeked over the horizon, casting a golden glow on the city, she pushed herself harder, legs burning, heart pounding.
Every breath, every step, every beat –
She is enough. She is Mightiful.