Sunday, 13 December 2015

I'm a distance runner

There. I said it. I acknowledged this reality at about mile 11 of today’s 20 mile trot. When I first started running 10 years ago, I spent the first year refusing to wear running kit in case people thought I was a runner. For future reference, jeans and a winter coat make running more difficult, especially in summer! But today I can proudly announce that I am a runner, and that my life and my running are all about the journey.

Today’s journey
Miles 1 to 5 – feeling awkward, felt overdressed for the weather, wasn’t sure if I’d manage 20 after yesterday’s 15, had a few niggles and hadn’t decided on a route. 

Miles 6 to 10 – took an unplanned right turn up a road that I’ve never been on before. Turns out Potter’s Lane is a very lovely place to run,  lots of sheep, LOTS of horses, no people and pleasantly undulating. Settled into running pleasantness.

Miles 10 to 13
– Stopped being self-conscious, stopped trying to think of things to think, and the real stuff started. People tell me often that running is my escape from life. But it’s really not. Running is where I find my life. Running is where I’m restored. The questions arising from today’s ponderings include, “are you flying, falling, or still in the nest?”. Think baby birds. I’ve been kicked out of the nest recently, and I’m often not sure if I’m flying or falling. Though they’re kind of the same thing aren’t they, and I reckon that if I’m brave enough to spread out my wings a little, I might just catch a thermal and end up flying. One thing is for sure. I'm not going back in the nest. When you’ve experienced flying or falling, the nest is no longer an option.

Miles 14 to 19 – Back on familiar roads, the happy realisation that I’m going to make the 20 miles without dying (although I might be hungry as  I kind of set out 90% unprepared, no food and only 500ml water!). At one point I wondered what it would be like to stop but realised my feet were on automatic, and I felt I could probably keep going for another 20 miles (that’s the deluded feeling of invincibility that running gives you :-) )

Mile 20 – Let’s bring this baby home, with bells on. NO LIMPING across the line. I like to finish strong so the run knows it’s well and truly conquered. By me.

So there you go, that’s today’s journey.

Where are you at? Flying, falling, or still in the nest? You could always join me for a (shorter) run/jog/walk and find out.

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