Last night I took a punt and downloaded Dean Karnazes’ book Run!. I’m hooked on his far-fetched true tales, and his incredibly readable style. In fact, I keep thinking to myself that few professional writers are able to one across the page with such ease. In talking about pain, he recycles Buddah.
After all, pain is inevitable. Suffering, however, is optional.
And I freaking believe it.
Maybe this guy takes 20 days of marathon running every day to feel what I feel after 5km, but I get it. You push through. You accept pain, but you don’t let it beat you because after all, it’s just pain.
Excuse me, I have to get back to Dean now. I wonder if he has a podcast? Or maybe I could just call and listen to him talk…
I’ve been reading Born to Run – a book about ultra-running. Considering that I completed my first burst of 30 seconds running late last year on 5 October, it’s all a little out of my league.
But I get it.
Lately I’ve been having these moments when I am running, huffing and puffing to complete my 5k on the treadmill, when something will suddenly change my perspective and running becomes a joy. It becomes just another way of being in stasis, instead of something I am forcing myself to love because it might one day make me thin.
Yesterday I was running and there were moments I just forgot I was moving. I was lost in thought, taking in the views, wondering where to go next. It was like I had forgotten to struggle, and therefore I didn’t need to struggle.