Sunday, 9 November 2014
I ran my first 5K today. I hadn’t run a race since my teen years.
I didn’t race… I ran, just that, my pace, my way, my world.
Being of a competitive and self-demanding nature, just being able to run for my own enjoyment is a huge accomplishment.
It all started about a month ago when my sister signed up to run her first 5K and started training. Something in her way of going about it inspired me. My sister doesn’t seem to run to beat anybody or prove anything.
So I started running too. Easy. Slowly. At my own pace. Trying not to strive for Olympic Gold just yet.
Still, the competitive-bug will come flying and prying any time I lose focus. It will whisper in my ear: train harder, run faster, run farther, make it worth your while.
So I stop.
I don’t have to “be somebody”, I don’t have to win anything nor prove anything to anybody. Running is simply good for me, for my body, for my psique.
That bug is no more than a habit of thought, a habit of my way of being.
Therefore, when I recognize it for what it is, I treat it like any other old habit.
I stop. I greet it like an old friend. And I let it go. I return to my body, to my breathing, to my inner organization. I remember my purpose.
Today my purpose was to run, listening to my body, collecting my thoughts, following my breath. Only that mattered. All the rest I could leave behind or watch them pass me by, as if they were other runners in the race.
I return to myself, to the wonder of being able to run, to the sensation of moving. I return to the present.
That is all.
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