Did you know that cats are on the verge
of extinction? That's because every time I lie to myself about how
far I intend to run on my long run, God kills a kitten.
Take this morning, for example. It was
the first time since last weekend that I woke up feeling completely
healthy. But (and it was a pretty big but) I ran 30 km last weekend
and, well, sometimes you need to take a step back in order to go
forward. So, as my nose grew longer and longer, I repeated this
mantra to myself:
Only 20 km today. I will only run 20 km
today.
As I am often wont to do, I blamed the
weather for my catastrophic failure to keep my promise to myself. I
am a very honest person when it comes to my interactions with other
people (I am also the master of Freudian slips and suffer from
foot-in-mouth disease, so that makes me the queen of all things
honest and true). Yet when it comes to being honest with myself and
my training, all you need to do is throw some sunshine my way and
promises go out the window along with my self-constraint. I'm like a
puppy, except I only pee myself with excitement metaphorically.
So after I ran up to meet the other
30-odd runners who showed up for today's session with AIK, spent an
hour and a half chatting with them while we roamed around town, got
interviewed by the local paper (no big deal, happens to me all the
time, seriously can't they just leave me alone, do they have
to camp outside my house?), paused to try and convince an old NHL
hockey legend to sell me his house at a reduced price, well, the
damned sun was still out, still shining and I had already run more
than 20 km.
I also still had to get home somehow.
No, I can't really blame the sun
for making me take the scenic route on the way home. I can't even
blame my two club mates who wanted to continue running a while
longer. Because it was actually me who decided to join them and
suggested we take the long way back. It was me who wanted to continue
enjoying having a healthy body on a beautiful day. It was me who made
God kill yet another kitten.
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