Coffs Harbour Breathing Space
I moved toward Coffs with the day's people, support, and small human moments giving the kilometres their shape.
The closer we got to familiar names on the map, the stranger the scale of the whole thing felt.
Coffs was where we were aiming, but the human bits around it mattered just as much as the distance.
No running or walking for me this morning, watching others running in the Coffs Harbour Running Festival instead.
Nic and Karen in the 10k, Bec in the 5k and Dena doing her first ever half marathon!
Coffs Harbour’s answer to Keith’s automotive icon -
That gave me another 21.5 kilometres, and the accumulated total sat at 5150.8 kilometres.
That was the shape of so many HAA days: my feet doing the obvious work, and other people quietly making the impossible parts practical.
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