I was just watching the Prefontaine Classics and I set on my couch with my eyes teary: that's how inspired and in awe I was... to run two miles in 8 minutes and change is just incredible. To see a woman who has won the same 800m 16 times and run her last race to win before retiring is extremely moving to me...and these people are all human, like you and I, yet they are so far above what you and I are capable of - or are they? I wonder if I had trained hard and trained right and consistently where I could be, where I would be now. I wonder if I had done anything at all consistently where I would be. Maybe sitting on a couch watching a track meet. Maybe not.
But I do know something, only half of my life has passed and much of that was not really countable anyway, 'cause I wasn't fully functional and potty trained, if you know what I mean.
So what I will try to do from now on is to be consistent and find my definite goal. A sharp, clear, blindingly bright point that I will chase like Shasta does the neighborhood cats and sidewalk lizards. I must first adjust my eye sight and sharpen my vision if I want to find that glittery dream or else I will continue to wonder around. And if that will be the case my next stop is either Colorado or Italy...so watch out world, my track meet is in the making and I am training to finish this loop.
You know, there aren't many second chances awarded in life and I am running out of cat lives. I am an athlete...in my heart, I always will be!
Sunday, June 8, 2008
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