Ok, as a diarised account of my day to day goings on, this obviously doesn’t work. I’ve tried, repeatedly to get into it but just can’t commit.
So, here I am, wondering what the f*ck to do with it. Should I leave it here languishing in the ether, meaning nothing to anyone? Or maybe just delete it and be done with it? The problem is I need a forum in which to express myself. To artistically articulate accounts of my thoughts and deeds along with some other crap, and Facebook just doesn’t cut it.
So, I guess before you decide where you’re going, you have to have some idea where you are. No, really you do. If I hear one more hippy, ultra trail-runner type comment relating to how insignificant I am in the scheme of things and the only important thing is that I’m at one with my surroundings and that I just need to keep ‘moving in the same direction as it man’, I’ll f*cking strangle someone!
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes,
"Where am I? Who am I? How did I come to be here? What is this thing called the world? How did I come into the world? Why was I not consulted? And If I am compelled to take part in it, where is the director? I want to see him."
One of my favourite quotes - by SΓΈren Kierkegaard. A little known Danish Philosopher (that’s right, Danish!). Anyway, I think he asks some pretty searching questions.
In response, I’m at a crossroads. I can go right, left or straight ahead. The road behind is strewn with train-wreck so there’s definitely no going back to be had. I got here through luck more than design (not necessarily good luck) and, while I’m not sure what this thing called ‘the World’ is, I’m pretty sure I love most of it, though a lot of the residents leave something to be desired. I have no problems with not being consulted about the grand plan provided it makes sense and here is where it all falls down. Compelled to take part as I am, I have reservations about flying blind. I do want to speak to the man in charge and I don’t mean the dickhead in the big leather chair, I mean the little guy who cleans the toilets. The guy who vaguely resembles Morgan Freeman – he’s the one who makes sure everything’s ticking. He may not be responsible, but he sure as hell has an insight into what’s going on.
Anyway ...
In other news, I find myself in a running streak. For the uninitiated, visit United States Running Streak Association. My 203 days is pretty paltry by comparison (some of these guys have been running for well over 40 years) but it’s been hard fought and seems to have provided the solution to both my lack of motivation over the last two years or so along with my recovery from injury that I won’t mention.
Here I am, prepared (though not ready) to toe the line at my fourth Glasshouse 100 in less than three weeks. I don’t have nearly enough km’s under my belt though have some decent events completed and feel reasonably good. In any event, I’m 100% fitter/stronger than I was a year ago.
There’s a large and talented looking field, on paper at least, with some proven talent along with some new blood that fancy their chances. The former have nothing to prove and nothing to lose but their pride while the latter, well, the latter may well be advised to keep a low profile in the remaining two weeks lest they are forced to eat their words.
Some of these guys will be at an after dark training run on the 27th. No doubt I’ll see some form there.
Nothing for me now but two more long runs and lots of shorter (10km) harder training runs.
