i ran yesterday at the camp. i rounded the oval for about 20 times. i wasn't sure i'd make it since it's been a while since i put myself to the task of 20 rounds. my minimum is 10, 15 is so-so.
i've been running since i was 22. ate minnie was the one who got me started doing endurance runs. she's also the one who got me climbing mountains and liking it. i haven't thanked her yet.
running and i have a love-hate relationship. kind of like life and the other things in it.
i love it because it teaches me things that no mentor could demonstrate better:
- listen to yourself. only you know the pace you can handle. only you know what hurts and when the pain is just too much that even your pride can't hack it. only you know how many rounds you've done and when "enough" is actually "all i've got".
- there will always (ALWAYS) be people who are faster than you, stronger than you, have more endurance than you. don't spend an iota of energy trying to argue otherwise. stick to your pace. own your efforts, your achievements, your failings.
- show up. that's half the battle. it really is.
- take the next step. worry about the others later.
- humility lets you get closer to your self.
- your word is your worth. when you say you'll go for 10 rounds, go for 10 rounds, no matter the circumstances (unless the sky is falling or the ground under you is opening up). many problems in the world are caused by worthless words. words should matter. thoughts --> words --> reality. i think i am this --> i profess that i am this --> i become this.
i hate it because it teaches me things that once i know i can't back away from.
