Sunday, 23 March 2008
I now I keep barking on about running, but this is my new therapy. And I'm starting to get the hang of living again. Life's one of those things that for the most of us, try our hardest to do right. We spend a large chunk of time worrying about silly things, insignificant particles of every day life, have we done this, that right. It can get slightly boring after a while, but hey we carry on regardless. I went for a run today, no we haven't had any snow yet. I started off slowly and paced well, breathing was OK, feet were fine. So why can't every run be like today? Nope, sorry can't answer that either.. am all out of answers. I'm counting down the weeks to the run. I know for a fact that should I continue to train, fight the pain, do my best then I shall run well on the day, my adrenaline will take charge, the euphoria will be over whelming, the crowd will surge us on. I will raise megga amounts of money for this worthy cause, I will remember my best friend, I will get emotional. Live each day like it's the last, this is it, there's no rehearsal, we don't get a second chance.