My New Men’s Running Blog Post Is Out! And A Little Story Today About My Return To (In)Sanity.
My latest post is up on Men’s Running UK and it is about the crisis I faced in the middle of last year, culminating in the dead rising up against me in the middle of Terminal 1 of El Prat Airport in Barcelona.
Anyway I like to think that 2012 has been a year of recovery for me. I feel like I’ve finally got my act together in many ways. I feel more composed, self assured and balanced than I ever have in my adult life.
And this sea-change in attitude is reflected perfectly below in a true story from about one hour ago in the town of Belfast, Northern Ireland.
The train left from a different platform today.
I was not aware of this at time, which left me with a minute to race to the other side of the station.
I only realised what was happening when a station attendant came up to me and asked ‘Are you for Larne? If you run now you can catch it! You have a minute!’.
I was in no mood for challenges. I stopped, turned around slowly to where he was pointing and just shrugged my shoulders and walked along, resigned to waiting an hour for the next train.
‘What’s wrong with you? Hurry and you’ll catch it!. ‘
I responded with a flat ‘ I’m tired of hurrying, I’ll get the next one’.
He left it to his eyes to say “Ok then, fuck you.”
Why hurry when you can wait?
If you hurry and push yourself all of the time you will burn out. Sometimes it pays to just relax and wait for the next train to come. If I had relaxed on my journey across Spain that time, then I wouldn’t have stretched my mind to breaking point. I’d have enjoyed the trip.
We’re expected to live a life of relentless frenzy and it only stops when we die. Sometimes it pays to just stop altogether, even if it bewilders others.
I’d like to end this post ideally by saying that I waited an hour on the next train, had a vision where Buddha and Jesus descended to the lonely end of a deserted station platform on a dying island and fanned my balls with the wings of a golden dove.
But that did not happen.
I limped away in shame until I was out of sight of the station attendant and fucking sprinted for the train.
And I caught it.
Which kinda ruins the entire premise of this post, doesn’t it? It was meant to be about taking your time, running when you want to and living life at your own pace without being pressured by others.
But fuck that shit.
Sometimes you just have to run.