Fly or Die
This weekend didn’t turn out the way I had planned and I ended up doing a midnight run in the tropical rain.
I went in HARD – doing sub-8 minute miles at one point running UP a big hill. It was dark and windy and the rain was pouring down, whipping and slapping my face but I didn’t care, I just wanted to run faster and harder than I had ever done before.
I wanted to feel my lungs and legs burn, push through all the pain and just fly…
And I did.
There’s been too much shit going on lately and if it was’t for running I probably would have given up a long time ago.
Just the same old story, the same old game, the same old broken record that I can’t seem to flip or change.
But this run opened up my eyes and mind. It sounds stupid but it really did. I felt invincible and vulnerably at the same time.
The rain washed away all the tears, all the doubts, all the anger, all the disappointments, the sadness, the fear.
And as I was coughing up my lungs and desperately grasping for air whilst waiting for a green light at mile 3.5 it hit me…