Saturday, September 04, 2010

Only A Sprinter


One of the things I used to love was running.  When I joined Secondary School I joined the athletics team, and I only sprinted.  I usually won my heat, or came second.  I didn't enjoy coming second, and after a while I stopped.  Then every summer there was athletics, and we'd all be running as an activity for summer sport.

They tried to get me to do long distance running.  And it was the first time that I lost my self belief.  I couldn't do it.  It burned.  In fact, it more than burned; after about 400 metres of running, I could only taste blood in my mouth.  My breathing became erratic, and my head began to ring, and I just couldn't do it.

I'm starting to think that maybe my ability, my style of running reflects how I move through life.  

I doubt that I can go the distance, I usually burn out when the pressure gets piled on.  Long distance takes a lot more dedication, than the ability to bolt across a short distance. 


I have to learn to go the distance, even if I'm only a sprinter.
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