But I decide to run myself to the ground as often as possible.
It starts with a slow throd but I would break into "hyper - ventilation" mode by the end of it.
As if it is not enough, I would add in another shorter session to max myself out.
It seems that each lap is challenging me, like what life holds for me.
The pace may not be fast, but effort wise would be 101%.
Life feels lighter after all these when I collapsed on the track, absorbed into loneliness of the night to stare at the stars. Such simple things that i enjoyed now and then.
Pushing myself to the limit, fighting all the pain and sensibility reacting to tell myself to stop, going at that intensity........ tells me that I am still alive. I feel pain, its real.
I run as if the soul hated the body to wan to get out of it.
Hope my insurance agent is not ard, if not, my premium would skyrocket.
3k coming up. I want to win it. against small sch kids. well, i never run nat schs before, 12 years later, reliving it. Nothing wrong rite?
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