21 miles today. And it felt good. Strangely good. And fast too. Last night, there was no desire to run. Only to sleep. The alarm clock rang at 4:50 and the trip began.
Transformation is a long journey. The last 6 months have been a journey of many miles. There are difficult days, there are amazing days when one feels like Icarus. There are days when you feel like you're running blind and just grinding. Marathon training has been an education in endurance (something I previously thought I fully understood). There is no longer the self-imposed deceit of self regarding the current situation. 21 miles? It is what it is; many steps.
I've also come to realize that all the bad days are preparation for the good ones. And just as important, if not more so. In life, like in physical training, it is the difficult days which shape the people we are and are becoming. In order to overcome, we must take what Churchill said at the greatest graduation speech ever: "Never, never, never give up."
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