This morning, I watched the sunrise light the eastern horizon beneath pink cotton candy clouds as I ran alone along the shoulder of Alexander Lane that climbs up one side of Rattlesnake Mountain and down to Veteran’s Parkway. Around mile four or so, the road eventually meets the bike path where I spent my mornings rollerskating by the marshes last year. If I’m completely honest, I wasn’t sure I could complete the entire 6.5 mile loop this morning, running, but since it was 5 a.m. and I was up anyway, I thought: why not give it a try?
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Week 10: Getting Over Myself
A part of this journey is physical: the training, getting to the start line, eating right, resting right, etc., etc. But then there’s the mental part, and that, to me, is just as important. We’re all warriors in one way or another, fighting our own battles, winning some, losing others but hoping that the win-loss ratio comes out positive in the end. I’m a warrior of words, and for years I have struggled with bearing my soul to the world, or more precisely, of feeling worthy of doing that sort of work. I need to become stronger because the writing demands that of me. So, here I am.
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