The pain that afflicts each runner, the cramp that threatens to cripple the run to the finishing line, yet, every one wonders, why do we still run despite the tortuous pain? The taxi driver comments, one must be crazy to sign up voluntarily for the race, instead of spending time dating, or whatever. Or whatever indeed.
I run, to test my limits, to test my spirit. I am the runner, the gazelle and the mustang. Running is Life. To tune out the pain, to withstand the anguish, to grin and bear it, as with Life.
The Pain is Good. I am the Pain. I am Sparta.
No comments:
Post a Comment