I'm thinking perhaps I've lived my life in countdowns for far too long. And yet, here I sit again, counting down to race day, counting down to board exams, counting down to the beginnings of triathlon training, counting down to the next cup of coffee. ... As if the stirring will move my dreams into focus and reshape reality into the stepping stones needed underfoot.
It's a chilly rainy day here in the Patch. Perfect as always for a solo long run. The heavens have cleared the path, created the way within the chaos for me to run. This, my 135 day of this "runstreak" .... will be. No adjective there - it just will be. I'm not predrawing those descriptive lines, I'm not constricting it's possibilities. Let it be. By the grace of God and all that is good and peaceful, let it be.....
There is a calmness to this chaos. There is a methodical manner in coping with the movements through the minefield. It creates a stubbornness all too familiar to my senses. It manifests itself in the moments of potential that take your breath away. It whispers softly..... all is possible.... reach for it.
Of course I reach in the darkness, from hope and into the mist in front. I may not actually see any of it there .... But believing is the most important step. After all, this ain't no line dance... step out and break it down!
365 days of running current total = 682.28km Today's 20 will get me over 700km.... kinda cool :)