Confessions of an Athlete

Here is a very old blog off of my myspace from 2007. So much fueled my writing then. It’s something I hope to never loose.

Speed

Speed is a very interesting thing. For some it’s natural, but for me it’s not. I worked for it until it became a part of me. I eventually learned that there are two ways people run.

1. Some run towards the finish line.
2. Others, like me, run away and crash into it.

It’s why I can’t stnad running. No matter how hard I runaway from the begining I still end up where I started in the end.

Speed just happens now…
It’s that part of me that I can’t hold back.It’s that part of me that just flows. It’s the thing I crave for in that moment. I don’t have to think about it. There’s nothing for me to focus on. I just do it. I just let it flow….
No encouragment is needed.
No critisism can touch it.
No words can effect it.
Time and words don’t play a role in my desire for speed.
It just flows…
That’s the one thing I love about running.
It’s just me, speed, and that desire.

I run without looking back.
I always look forward. I look forward at where I started, which is where I must finish. It’s my only competition, and it catches me every single time…
The wall of reality hits me hard when I collide with that line, and there’s no more speed. There’s just me.

I hate the end just as much as I hate the begining. It means I have to stop running away. The end means I have to do it again, either now or later. Sooner or later I runaway again, with just me, speed, and that desire. I have to runaway again with all the scorn I have for it. I runaway again and pray that moment comes when I forget what I’m doing. I forget that I’m running away from that inevitable moment when the begining and the end collide, and I’m left alone with silence.

People have always tried to understand my speed. They always try and catch me. Maybe someday someone will catch me, and maybe someday I’ll stop running away. It hasn’t happened yet. It’ll be intresting to find out what will happen if they ever do occur. One thing I am sure is that I will always desire that moment of speed. The moment of forgetfullness. Speed will always just flow…..

Here we go again to run another race. If you could catch me I may forget to runaway. We can run in stride together, perhaps? But I need you to catch me first…

I dare you…catch me….

Catch me if you can….