My crafts are still being crafted and my life goes on. But with a new job, the crafts are constantly put on the back burner. Paper burns pretty fast. My new routine called "life" is that of sleeping, running, constantly eating food, working and sleeping again. I think I have managed to get it down.
As I train for my first half marathon, I have realized a few things about myself: I can't handle pain as well as I thought, I underestimated how fast I can really run for long periods of time, it's all about mind games, I like to run with other people.
Some of these realizations may be very simple. For me, it's about figuring out what I like and what my potential is. I don't think I should ever run with a watch because I am too occupied with those stupid numbers scrolling by. It is like one of those sand timers. You feel like you only have so much time before you better reach the other end or you are going to feel empty and lose the game that you playing with your mind. It is a mind game. One that you have to keep playing over and over with yourself. There is no passing "GO" to win $200 to boost your spirits. Instead, you keep going to "JAIL" because your injuries are preventing you from going the distance you need.
Running and thinking do not go together. If there was a large switch I could pull and just allow my legs to run, I would pull it. Is there such a thing as sympathy pains for runners? Every time I fit someone up for new shoes, they complain about an injury that they have, that I can't fix or figure out what is causing it. The very next day, (I am not making this up) I get that exact pain. Right now, my ankle feels like there is a firework going off inside of it. Thank you customer #213. You are making my runs impossible to complete. I guess I just should deal with this until I get the next customer with a mystery pain. Brace yourself, Rachel, this could be a doozie.
Until the next run. Whenever that may occur.
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