With the Birds I Run

Running was hard work this morning. Running is meant to relieve me from hard work. Running is free. Running is essentially me.
Breaking stride, reaching for that little bit more, my lungss open with glee, growing stronger with every breath. Something had my balls this morning - but I still had my running.

9k's before work, and even in my distatsteful condition (at the time) I can't even feel that i have been. I would love to break out the door now, into the 39 degree heat of the day and sweat, and run, and burn the track up.

Eighteen days and counting, for the Maroondah Dam 30km run.
Remembereing that the 5okm there almost killed me last year. I'll be going it alone this year too. Should be a blast. Hoping just to have a smooth, cruisy stroll - I'll give it a go, but I want to put in a strong performance, rather than a ground-breaking one.

To take running to the next level (of any sort) is a comittment, and a bit of an impossibility with footbal, a Masters degree and this job atm.

It still make's me feel as free as the birds though.
The faster and father that i can go, the further i am flying away from those that make my head hurt and further away from my pressing thoughts and committments, and closer to an open mind and new, free, inivative and creative ideas and dreams....

GB.