I was part of breaking a world record today. Well, at least it felt like I was.
It wasn’t part of my plan for the day when I woke up. My favorite part of planning a Saturday is to not make any plans at all. Waking up when my sleep quota is filled, not needing to check the calendar because I know it’s empty, gives my mind a sense of peace.
Having that first sip of fresh brewed coffee is next to heavenly. Sip nr 2 is good too, but not nearly as nectarous as nr 1. I still haven’t figured out why.
After digesting my protein and fat filled first meal of the day, finishing off my second cup of black bean juice, the urge arose suddenly;
-Today is a running day. Enough of this procrastination.
But, the distance between decision and action can sometimes be longer than a marathon. My next thought was along the lines of; why would I leave a perfectly comfy couch to go outside and push myself to the limit in the cold rain?
Don’t try to figure out a clever answer to that. There ain’t none. Just do it. Swoosh!
It felt good from the start. Crisp air, beautiful colors all around me. All of a sudden I found myself among other likeminded fellows. Hundreds, if not thousands of others chasing the same invisible prey. (That’s what I envision sometimes during my gallops)
Turns out they were in a real race. A full marathon. One I could’ve been in, had I been active and curious enough. But hey, let’s not get hung up on trivial stuff. So I decided to join a group that was just passing me. I’ll follow along I thought, we were all going in the same direction, after all.
As the last one of the group passed me, I realized two things; they were all going for the medal, and they were all well prepared. This was probably the top ten group.
Like an angry terrier, hellbent on not losing his catch, I clamped down on the guy in front of me. Yes, I did keep up with them, for exactly 1 km I was on their heels. That was my all time fastest time/km and it felt good! But then I needed to breath. During the rest of my trail I tried to enjoy more of my surroundings.
Settling back in the couch afterwards I read about the real record breaker of the day, in another race. First guy ever to complete a marathon under 2 hours. That’s more than double the speed of mine. But then again, he’s probably only half my age.
I’ve picked up knitting again after a long summer break. Winter is fast approaching and this tiny thing of cuteness needed some wool to stay warm. I’m sure she’ll outgrow it in no time, but there’s alot more yarn where that came from. Don’t you worry ’bout a thing, little one. Grandpa’s got you covered.