Transitions carry us from one point to another. Transitions boggle our minds with frustrating moments of stages and inches of progress. Training is transition. Four weeks until race day. Ottawa Half Marathon has my bib # in it... Three weeks of long runs left. Three weeks of speed work. Three weeks of tempos. Three weeks of figuring out what I'm made of. Three weeks of healthy eating and stretching. Three weeks of singing loudly off key and dancing around the living room when no one's home.
Transitions. I'm in my cocoon. You can't see it, but my wings are growing. My colours are going to blow your mind. Just wait until you see my wing span.
Transitions. What if I can't fly?
In the moments of quiet (few and far between in a house of five).... But in the moments of quiet, just after the birds start their praise, before the thundering feet of 3 year olds.... In those moments my heart steals my attention. It says this, with every lub...
...... "You don't even realise..... you're life is lived in transitions"
And it seals it with each dub.....
Then the world takes over and you're caught in the swing.
Time to get my run on. Solo 18k waiting for me. It's a nice dark day. It's a great day to be alive and feel free.
365 days of running total 587km....
Peace to you in running and all transitions.