What is done is done…
You can’t unmelt cheese.
There’s an odd melancholy to being a lone runner. We run, we see, we experience but regardless of what we do, the moments are ours. We can’t share how we perceived our journey in its entirety or even in a way that all understand.
The day has been spent pondering…
The question keeps coming back to me and the more I ponder, the more I realise that the answer is one that is difficult to express.
Why do you run?
I run because…
Here’s the stumbling block. Why the hell do I run?
At one point I ran to escape and to change.
I ran to avoid certain poor decision.
I ran because there was nothing else to do.
I ran to explore.
I ran to experience the purity of moving through a landscape. Simple, light and free.
I ran to find out my limits.
I ran to see if I had found my limits.
I run to?
Now I question the relevance of the question ‘why do you run?’