day by day, week by week, and hey it’s been a month.
the pacing’s been working very well. of course there are days when i slip. i miss the stretching. sleep very, Very late. still don’t drink enough water daily. but the healing came nonetheless. i’ve stopped bleeding.
i used to deny myself from saying that, just in case i jinx it. but if the jinxing is all in the mind… i know now the counterjinx is, too. it takes a secret, uneasy part of my guts to announce it like this, but here it is. i kept (a sort of) focus by the day, by the week, and i’ve stopped bleeding. i know i’ve gotten here because i’ve done this and that, and it’s a fantastic feeling when you’re strong in the knowledge of something. it’s a mental bunker against the doubts of the past.
and like a lesson that works in macro and micro, pacing made for an awesome run last week.
a couple months ago, running was suddenly all the rage. everyone seemed to be running, so i hopped on the bandwagon, because there was just so much energy to leech off. as things tend to go, the universe sent shitloads of marathons my way, and i chose: energizer night run in april, rawang hill challenge this month, king of the road in october.
on 16 april, i ran 11km in 2:04 hours.
on 19 june, i ran 10km in 1:28 hours.
let’s not count the 1km. half an hour is an accomplishment by a fucking huge margin. at the start, i stuck to my guns for 20 minutes, then stopped for a drink and promptly destroyed my rhythm. but in those 20 minutes, i was on another plane of existence. in those 20 minutes of constant running – jogging if you’re pedantic – i had my micro exercise in pacing.
it’s simple really. to be succinct, let me pare it down to 2 words.