It's finally stopped raining. I'm watching track & field on CBC reliving my days as a track star many moons and many pounds ago. Come to think of it, I think I just started running as a kid. I ran to get from A to B. I ran amok on the playground at school. There was a trial for a 8x50m relay and I made the team... guess I just kept on doing it. There is still a runner in me someplace... these days I'm trying to get it out.
Guess what I've done today? Nothing. Nada. Nowt. I woke up late which didn't help; sat around most of the day however I have been doing a few loads of laundry. Makes me think depression still plays a significant part of my life thus far.
My mind, of course, is fantastically on fire. I see myself as one of these runners flying through the air with the wind pushing me along to the finish line. Inside my head I've achieved my own pre-defined success - a blog read by millions; renowned untrained artist; inspiring mother; wanton sex goddess. Yet there's a notable disconnect between what's in my mind and what's my reality. I actually don't know how to get from this A to B. I try to make a start over and over again then I stop. Not being funny but I'm tired of starting. I wanna be able to finish strong just like I used to when I ran. Clear through the tape I'd run and I'd keep on going.
Time to bring running (sprinting) back. It'll definitely help me get my groove back.