To carry on a 2 week trend, I've titled my post to match the title of the song I was listening to whilst writing it. Today it was The White Stripes, why can't you be nicer to me?
I was in Ashford today. I looked up and around I was running through country roads, blue sky above, winding through green fields and green meadows. In my periphery I am accompanied by my two friends - we're running a race. We're not aiming for any specific time or anything, just running. It's funny but it's things like this, scenes from your life that stick out the most for me - not the start, the finish, the medals but the middle where no one is aware of everyone else, only the singularity of the strain and fatigue that one struggles through. I glance to my side and I notice the calm neutrality of the expressions accompanying me. Its not alway like this, when it get tougher, the expressions get tougher but for now, the smell of wet mud, moist dew covered leaves and sunlight are fitting and almost mirror these neutral, calm friendly faces among me. Life's like this, I guess.
I went to the driving range yesterday, Driving balls down the range has always been therapeutic to me. Ever since I visited the Isle of man, I've made it almost a ritual to find the nearest range and spend an afternoon or evening there, when I have a bit of time, and traveling some place new.
I got back to London and I fell asleep.
In all honestly, I feel like a weight has been lifted off me. I dunno why. I guess, it's all this training of week after week running with just this run in mind. I've been training consistently for 5 weeks now. It wasn't difficult, I don't care about how quickly I can run say each kilometre but I suppose maybe it should, but then again doesn't really matter. A strange quirk in my nature is thinking that my attitude to small things in my life are a reflection of the bigger things. While this might make sense, it doesn't and this is why: If I'm running and I get a stitch, physically this is because I'm not regulating my oxygen intake in my stride while I run and stopping to regulate this is a good idea but I tend to transcend this or draw parallel to pulling through a tough time in life or something way much more important in life than just having a cramp and if I stop it's the equivalent of giving up in that tough time...something I don't want. it's pretty counter productive and unreasonable. It's not practical to compare simple things with complex difficult things. or is it? The underlying reality and principles are they same. But I guess, it's saying running is running, whether it's running to school or a marathon - which it isn't and is hugely unreasonable comparison. But, I can't help it sometimes(I'm sure I can) but I let myself to tend to do this.
Wierd. I know.
I was in Ashford today. I looked up and around I was running through country roads, blue sky above, winding through green fields and green meadows. In my periphery I am accompanied by my two friends - we're running a race. We're not aiming for any specific time or anything, just running. It's funny but it's things like this, scenes from your life that stick out the most for me - not the start, the finish, the medals but the middle where no one is aware of everyone else, only the singularity of the strain and fatigue that one struggles through. I glance to my side and I notice the calm neutrality of the expressions accompanying me. Its not alway like this, when it get tougher, the expressions get tougher but for now, the smell of wet mud, moist dew covered leaves and sunlight are fitting and almost mirror these neutral, calm friendly faces among me. Life's like this, I guess.
I went to the driving range yesterday, Driving balls down the range has always been therapeutic to me. Ever since I visited the Isle of man, I've made it almost a ritual to find the nearest range and spend an afternoon or evening there, when I have a bit of time, and traveling some place new.
I got back to London and I fell asleep.
In all honestly, I feel like a weight has been lifted off me. I dunno why. I guess, it's all this training of week after week running with just this run in mind. I've been training consistently for 5 weeks now. It wasn't difficult, I don't care about how quickly I can run say each kilometre but I suppose maybe it should, but then again doesn't really matter. A strange quirk in my nature is thinking that my attitude to small things in my life are a reflection of the bigger things. While this might make sense, it doesn't and this is why: If I'm running and I get a stitch, physically this is because I'm not regulating my oxygen intake in my stride while I run and stopping to regulate this is a good idea but I tend to transcend this or draw parallel to pulling through a tough time in life or something way much more important in life than just having a cramp and if I stop it's the equivalent of giving up in that tough time...something I don't want. it's pretty counter productive and unreasonable. It's not practical to compare simple things with complex difficult things. or is it? The underlying reality and principles are they same. But I guess, it's saying running is running, whether it's running to school or a marathon - which it isn't and is hugely unreasonable comparison. But, I can't help it sometimes(I'm sure I can) but I let myself to tend to do this.
Wierd. I know.