Life begins as a quest of the child for the man and ends as a journey by the man to rediscover the child
I don't know what to write, I have writers block. I've lost count of how many times I've opened the editor over the last few weeks, stared at the blinking cursor and then closed the window again. Fortunately I'm not suffering from runners block. I took December off completely, I had my parents over from Australia and decided to give running a break - a decision which made me curiously uneasy for a few days as it was a different form of moving out of the comfort zone. Apart from injury this is the first time in six or seven years that I had made the choice to give it a complete rest. It turned out to be a great move though, I rolled out for a woody five miles on 2 January of this year and since then I've been as regular as a Swiss clock. I'm refreshed too, my running was in a coma in 2014 but now the spring is back in my step and motivation levels are high. My mind and body even seem to be behaving. These things are good. If I have one negative it's winter, I hate the cold and really struggle against it, I am eyeing spring and counting the days until the temperatures start to ease up again.
I turned 50 in January and decided that I want to mark my 50th year with some great running. Watch this space.
I ran on my birthday, I felt I had to. I was determined to hit my fifties flying
and with a smile on my face, embracing the moment. I've decided that I
will not allow the mundane to
shackle me. Central to this will be my running, so often a vehicle for
my passion and adventure that I have become blasé about. I have to cease struggling against myself.
So this will be a year of being in the
moment, running epically and creating memories. It will be a year of
memorial running, celebrating people I've lost or left behind and a year of hopefully being a better friend. I'm
lousy with people. It will be a year of facing forward and being expectant.
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