My 3km Marathon

The problem with doing something successfully is the expectation that you can do it again. My lucky underwear run was over ten days ago and I haven't been able to replicate it since, despite best efforts. The energy my enthusiasm generates is rapidly depleting so I decide to have a look at the "How to Run" program and realise that you are suppose to have 3 "rest" days a week. Against my nature, I take two rest days as my ankles are starting to pop like popcorn and my left knee is protesting. I like to complain about them often as I can as it makes me sound hard core but the truth is they did this before I started running.

Starting to run again after my "rest" feels like beginning all over again. I came across the term "marathon shuffle," whereby your body is so fatigued you can barely put one foot in front of another. I empathise. I hit that wall at the 1 kilometre mark in my 3 kilometre goal. Every step is a choice to keep going. In these hardest moments in the run, like in life, I feel Spirit has forgotten me. Why me? Why is it harder for me? Everyone else can do it? I guess in a spiritual context the word choice would be replaced by freewill. I can always stop. But really, where's the fun in that?

PS - The Gazelle has gone back to university so I am looking for another running partner (any offers? Must not get embarrassed easily). This link is in honour of her running with me....remember your pinky promised!

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