HOLY FUCK – I’M RUNNING AN ULTRA MARATHON!
I’ve always been a bit mental. I need a reason, I always have done. Something to make me push myself just that little bit harder than I did yesterday. One thing to set me apart from everyone else. Who wants to be just the same anyway?
I know that I certainly don’t. Every single day I strive to be better. Better than I was yesterday. I’m not looking for perfection, I just need progress. I suppose, deep down, that’s one of the reasons why I’m doing this.
I spent so much time recovering that I kind of forgot who I really am. I didn’t feel well enough to try new things or to push myself. It’s taken me a whole year to get back into writing. I seem to have fallen out of love with baking cakes and fallen into a new relationship with fitness. I’ve changed. I guess I’m not the same person anymore. I’ve spent the last six years in some kind of cocoon. Being unwell can do that to you. I call it the butterfly process. This is me. It is ME and I’m finally emerging from it. I’m colourful again. I got my groove back. Whatever. Running just kind of helped me work some shit out. My brain was tired of running the ideas, it’s time my body started to catch up!
PROGRESS I SHALL HAVE…
It doesn’t matter how far I can run, or how fast I can do it. it doesn’t matter if I can plank for 20 seconds or 2 minutes. It matters that I can do it. That I try. You can’t get anywhere unless you’re willing to try. Lack of trying (or fear) as I call it can lead you to a life of nothing. You need a purpose. Mine is going to be proving to myself that I can do this. I don’t really want to run 50K I just want to try it. To see if I can.
So, in the mean time, I meditate. I suck it up. I say my affirmations. I fix my plaits. I get my running shoes on and I gangsta rap the fuck out of that shit.
