I feel kind of strange, having not written proses. There is a certain betrayal and there is attachment. In consequence, this space has not seen much diary-like posts recently. Yet time has passed. Like the wind.
Have been running, preparing for SAFRA Bay Run in August, at least two days per week. At times, I thought I overtrained, grew irritated with my snail pace. I started asking why I put myself through such torture. The joy was gone.
Then it came back again. Headphones on, running and running. Against time, against wind. In consequence, I know I can only be faster. Like the wind.