You know how some people run half marathons, marathons and ultra marathons to push themselves? To test their endurance? To boldly go where no man or woman has gone before?
I am not one of those people.
I am happy just to plod along. Even better if you plod along and cross that finish line with one of your favourite people on the planet.
I am truly hashtag blessed.
It still spins me out that I am able to run and last the distance with all my essential body parts intact. Considering I have never been a sporty girl. Because sweat. And that three or so years ago, I couldn’t even run 100 metres without going all McHuffyPuffy on both your houses. Our bodies are truly badass machines. And I intend to keep it that way for at least the next fifty years.
Have you seen Miss Ella Mae? She’s one hundred years old. And she’s just set the world’s 100 meter record. After falling from her first attempt. R-E-S-P-E-C-T.
“You do not stop. Go ahead. You’ll have some trials and you’ll have something that gets in your way, but you don’t let it get you down. You get up. You go again.”
That right there is the secret to running and to life. You do not stop. You get up. You go again.
And have fun along the way.
But maybe, don’t be such a camera hog. To the point where you know, you accidentally chop your best friend’s head off. Because you are so gaddern busy seeking out those cams. A thousand apologies my dearest G. You gotta agree, such symmetry and perfect alignment. No photoshopping skills needed.
Peace be with you.