When I look back at the beginnings of me and Mr. Running, I can’t help but romanticize it. Young and naïve little me, with a Casio watch timing me and a route that I became intimate with. The growth came easy.
I started drinking at the age of 12. Drinking was easy; I liked everything from the get-go. I hopped on the train right away. It was familiar, it was natural. As soon as a feeling of drunkenness settled in, the shivers ran through my body. I forgot that I was stuttering, I forgot that I was anxious, I forgot my responsibilities, I forgot who I was - I forgot. Until the next morning when reality came knocking on my door with great remorse and bad decisions. The evenings were as intoxicating as their sobering tomorrows. Gradually, alcohol paired with another...
I used to inconsistently go to the gym, where the popular hours and the unsolicited conversation made it a reason to wear headphones. Did I do an in-depth study of what is an effective way to work out? No. But I did see personal trainers that suggested programs that I couldn’t personally connect to.
This happened a few years ago and let me tell you, it was not easy. My thoughts, the eve of, included; what if I slow down the whole group, and what if I run funny, and what if I can’t finish and they all have to wait for me, and what if they don’t like me on top of all that?
By Simon Freeman __________ The heavy clouds casting a mid-afternoon gloom - that makes it feel hours later than it actually is - tell me that I need to get to bed early tonight. That I shouldn’t indulge in too many episodes of the Netflix series I’m currently working my way through. Staying up late means I won’t get enough sleep to make the most of the day tomorrow. The gathering clouds tell me that snow is on the way. Of course, I don’t need to make a detailed observation of the streaks of Altostratus clouds and combine that...
