Knowledge and awareness are not the same thing.
This was my thought as I stepped into the shower after a quick run. I’d been thinking back to when running 1.2km was impossible. One of the reasons for this was that I held my breath.
If someone had asked me, Continue reading
Running. It’s on today’s to-do list. Running.
You’re sleepy, Hannah, stay in bed.
Yes, I certainly am, Excuses. But I’m always sleepy in the morning…for a good 2-12 hours!
Ha. Is that a headache you’ve got? A little pain in your right temple. Don’t go. Running with a headache is a bad idea and you won’t want it to get worse…
Shh, I just need to stretch my neck.
Eww, that rain isn’t going to be nice to run in, Hannah. Listen to the pitter-patter on your skylight. There, you might be able to sit up and yawn, but I see those anxious eyes. Continue reading
2004: I watched the Olympics and determined to visit Greece one day. I was blown away by the skill of the athletes; but my dreams to be a world-class runner were quickly dashed by my reluctance to leave the house.
2008: I watched the Beijing Olympics in bed and marvelled at the opening ceremony. I was blown away by the skill of the athletes; but my dreams of achieving a long-jump record were thwarted by laziness and migraines.
2012: I watched the London Olympics and was proud of our country. I was so impressed with what I saw, and jealous of the people who made their dreams a reality; but I knew what commitment it took and that it could never be my highest priority.
2016: I’m ready! Continue reading
There’s a point at which the pain of not trying something you want to do becomes greater than the pain that will possibly come from doing it.
That’s how it was with me and running. And that’s how it was with me and writing. Perhaps it sounds like a negative way of looking at things, but in many ways it isn’t.
All I know is that there came a time when the burden of wanting to be able to run became too great. There was a time when the burden of wanting to write became too great.
I once cried because I couldn’t bring myself to run 800m, not because I had done it and felt pain. I once read a brilliant book with jealously because I wished I had the courage to write one myself, not because I’d written one and found it to be a difficult process. Each happening strengthened my resolve and made things clearer. Continue reading
Anyone would think that I was facing my own execution.
I woke up on Saturday with a heavy feeling; the weight of having written, ‘Running’ into my diary the night before. I don’t know what causes it now, the almost paralysing fear of stepping out the house for even a short run. Continue reading
I started running just under a year ago. Here some of the things I’ve realised so far: Continue reading