Stefano Rizzo

Dreams are never easy.

Beautiful, yes.
Worth chasing, absolutely.
But no one hands them to you.

Today: 20 minutes in threshold.
Heat.
Heavy legs.
A mind that wanted to quit.

And I kept going anyway.
Because everyone wants the result.
Few want the process.
No excuses.

Just me, the road, and the discomfort.

I’m training for the and every painful session like this one has a purpose bigger than me because I’m raising funds for the a cause that sits close to my heart.

Dreams are beautiful precisely because they cost something.
Believe in yours.
Suffer for it.
And when you can, run for something greater than yourself.

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Three weeks ago a doctor confirmed me my brain works differently.
I’ve been running like this for 30 years.

Nothing’s changed.
Everything’s changed.

I stopped here today, for a sec, and something made me take this photo.

Not a finish line.
Not a PB.
Just a Sunday somewhere in west London.
That’s progress. I think.

I’m still figuring out what the diagnosis means.

Meanwhile I’m training for the this autumn, raising money for