Running

Pictured on the right is me finishing my first 5km race in June 2008.

The first kilometer is always the toughest. I always ask why. It is just not fun. Around 2.5km the shoe fits. The long hill does not feel long and distance ahead drips out of me. The 5th km is sweltering and consumes the fluids.

The finish can be seen on the inside of my eyelids. This journey has an end but the road is not mapped, the distance not calculated.

Stretching and dripping it feels surreal. The heat comes after the run as if the sun lassoed the earth and roped us in. Can I take this to the next level. Will I respond physically, mentally?


I run to inspire. I run to motivate. I run...