We all have our marathons. Some people actually run 26.1 miles all at a go. You know, like actual runners. Others? Well, let's just say there are some alternative approaches to the concept of "marathon" that might involve long days, too many hours at the computer, hair pulling, little sleep and significant quantities of coffee.
The past few weeks have been busy.
As it always begins each year at this time, the pace starts out . . much like a morning run along a grassy field . . soft, slow -- thoughts percolate like, 'hey! this is fun! I LIKE running'.
Soon however, as the finish line mysteriously seems to appear further and further away the longer you run, and a flipping mountain shows up out of nowhere and your legs are feeling the burn and you've peeled off all the clothes you can in an attempt to stay cool-- thoughts may no longer percolate so much as boil with exclamations such as "this f*cking sucks! am an idiot! what was I thinking? I will never finish! whose idea was this anyway?!'
But then? Somehow--- the details drop into place, the vision manifests et voila. You're over the line and someone's giving you a hug and holding out a bottle of water.
And you think, hell-- that wasn't so hard.
Don't mind me if I go and collapse over there under that tree for awhile, m'kay?
Also? YES -- two for two on my 31 days of yoga.
Sing it with me now . ..