It's Day 339 of this year of running! For some miraculous reason I'm still alive !!!
Who knew?
1864.52km so far this year. Clinging to the hope of 2011km by the end. 27 runs left.
So here are my random ramblings for the day...
Some call them goals, others say dreams, it really doesn't matter. Inspiration, motivation, urge desire whatever... What does it take to see it through? What does it take to visualize the finish? We've seen the end of training, the end of the race, the goal time on the clock. But when have you done some crazy thing for absolutely no reason? People are asking me, why did you do this? For the cake I say. (because we celebrate with cake every 25 days)...
In truth I don't know why. Perhaps that is why. I wanted to fall in love with running. I wanted to want it. I wanted that yearning you feel for it in taper tantrum moments when all you can think of is the run. I wanted to embrace the disdain you have for it on the rainy forgetful busy chaotic days when the run doesn't fit. I wanted to let it soak in my soul and leave me feeling some sense of completion I haven't felt for years. I wanted to want it the way you preoccupy yourself with daydreams of that first kiss....
I wanted to know if I could....
If I could do it, if I could complete it, if I had it in me, if I could want it bad enough....
The question becomes, what motivates YOU? What drives you to that point of pushing yourself past the moment you knew all there was to know about yourself? What creates the need to know more? What wakes you up in the night with a the sense of determination in the air?
Is it a race? Is it a healthy lifestyle change? Is it a challenge from a friend? Is it a hope?
What plasters the picture of your future on your wall like a teenager self decorating?
More importantly.... what takes you there? What carries you through? What moves you from the dream to the reality? How do you get yourself in the poster?
Very infrequently miracles are stumbled on... especially if you are sitting still.
If you long to stub your toes on the little life changing miracles of accomplishment, you have to walk the path. Walk it fearless and barefoot. Walk it unleashed and unarmed. Walk it without regrets or someone else's judgement. Through the mud, through the tangled roots, over the rocks and under the shrubbery.
And when the bears start growling in the distance, instilling fear or doubt.... walk faster, think clearer.... Don't EVER give up. Life, it turns out... waits for no one. No matter how special you are.
And those.... are the ramblings of this blind girl....
Happy Monday!!!
