The distance runner

Oh God, it hurts. I can’t keep going. OK, I’ll slow to a walk at the next light post.

There it is. I can make the next one.

Downhill after the next post. Push hard and get there!

Right. Coast down. Beauty. Sure, that was easy, now I can make it up the next hill. It’s only 500 metres, and not that steep.

Stitch in my side. Best way is to sprint through it.

Bloody beauty. Got to the top. Level now for a while.

Hey, that stitch was 20 km ago!

After you burst through the pain barrier, thought stops, time stops, and boy, you’re just flowing along the ground, no effort. Peace on the hoof.

Long, efficient strides eating up the distance, and Dvorak’s 8th symphony starts up in my mind. Running to magnificent music, and who needs a thing in the ear?

Here is that big hill. I hardly slow, but pump my arms, double the effort, and it’s no effort. I’m in the zone, in heaven, peace on the hoof, still. Hey, last time I thought that was 15 km ago!

About Dr Bob Rich

I am a professional grandfather. My main motivation is to transform society to create a sustainable world in which my grandchildren and their grandchildren in perpetuity can have a life, and a life worth living. This means reversing environmental idiocy that's now threatening us with extinction, and replacing culture of greed and conflict with one of compassion and cooperation.
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2 Responses to The distance runner

  1. Sue Rich says:

    Love it. Frame of mind is everything.


    • Dr Bob Rich says:

      Thank you, Sue. That was me, all too many years ago. Now, a 100 metre jog is about my limit.

      This is one of the stories from my new project: “Lifting the Gloom: An antidepressant primer of short stories.” It illustrates what “Flow” feels like.


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