The snake is dead
Morning fellas. I made a huge breakthrough this morning I wanted to share with y'all.
Today I ran farther than I have in a year. Continuous running, that is. This time last year I was doing a daily run of three miles every morning, and a gentle walk after the sun stopped burnin' dirt. Today I pushed myself past my final mental blockage after a year of dealing with demons and ran the whole 1.1 miles around my block. I felt victorious!
Coming down to the last quarter-mile, I was actually chanting to myself outloud, as I frequently do while running, "I win! I WIN! I beat my insecurity" when all of a sudden I looked down at a rattlesnake at my feet. I lurched to the side in a Jim Carey-esce movement, and nearly into oncoming traffic.
After only very quickly breaking stride, I realized that the rattlesnake was indeed dead, hit by a car, and belly-up. I kept running without worrying about it.
As I kept going toward home I realized I had just lived a physical metaphor for what I was doing all year long. I pushed and pushed and pushed, and that rattlesnake tried to toss me out into traffic. But I won. I kept going.
And now I know that the snake is indeed dead.
Today I ran farther than I have in a year. Continuous running, that is. This time last year I was doing a daily run of three miles every morning, and a gentle walk after the sun stopped burnin' dirt. Today I pushed myself past my final mental blockage after a year of dealing with demons and ran the whole 1.1 miles around my block. I felt victorious!
Coming down to the last quarter-mile, I was actually chanting to myself outloud, as I frequently do while running, "I win! I WIN! I beat my insecurity" when all of a sudden I looked down at a rattlesnake at my feet. I lurched to the side in a Jim Carey-esce movement, and nearly into oncoming traffic.
After only very quickly breaking stride, I realized that the rattlesnake was indeed dead, hit by a car, and belly-up. I kept running without worrying about it.
As I kept going toward home I realized I had just lived a physical metaphor for what I was doing all year long. I pushed and pushed and pushed, and that rattlesnake tried to toss me out into traffic. But I won. I kept going.
And now I know that the snake is indeed dead.