There are a few things I'd like to think I own. I have all sorts of bake-ware, books and a cd collection that travel everywhere with me. I consider these my comforts in life, however, I am also always reminded of how much baggage we carry when it comes to moving from one place to another. This is not running related yet since I havent run yet. Its just after midnight and I once again cant sleep.
In the midst of all of this, I came across some stuff from Surfers Paradise 1999. I see a very different Aditi. I have, however, always been this way - pictures can be so deceptive. I think I mentioned a few posts ago that I look carefree in pictures. How wrong pictures can be! They are my most prized possession however, the one thing that chronicalize my adult years - from a shy 17 year old (you would never guess it if you met me) to a shy 26 year old. Nothing has changed at all. I carry with me the same insecurities, the exact same fears. However, what *has* changed, is that I hide it all pretty well. But dont we all?
Running has been an outlet for this shyness. I have never really cared much for anyone other than myself (and my family), and running has highlighted that aspect of my life more than anything else.
I will churn out 600 sprints this am. That would be all.
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