“The era of procrastination, of half-measures, of soothing and baffling expedients, of delays, is coming to a close. In its place we are entering a period of consequences.”
- Winston Churchill
Yesterday I clocked in my first 10 KM day. I resolved at the beginning of the year, that I will run “to the point of collapse”. Prior to that promise my advance had been gradual, comfortable (even leisurely). I’ve pre-programmed the right distance, the right speed, for any given run.
Lately, I’ve chucked the whole plan and just started running based on an “asymptote to destruction” - I’ll just push it. Maybe it was because I read about this crazy person – who woke up one day and decided to just run, and find out for himself the outer limits of the human heart. Maybe I’ve crossed a point where I’ve grown tired of half-measures, of not knowing how deep and far I can go with my heart.
So I want to run, until my veins are flushed with acid and my legs give out. I want to love to the point of heartbreak. I want to fight to the extent that I will have true enemies. I want to speak so freely that I am called a fool .
That point of collapse - that singularity - is out there. Over the next bend. Just beyond the road. I’m going for it, and I hope to see a lot of you when I get there.
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