Wake up, mate
February/March, 2022
I have a couple of stories in the bank but I thought I would take the opportunity to write a note to myself, and recap the last few weeks.
Self doubt, inner encouragement, me vs society - vs the world.
Sounds large hey.
February started off well, I decided to take on Jesse Itzler’s “Calendar Club”. Run miles (or in my case kilometres) in align with what the date is.
1st, run 1km. 2nd, run 2km. 3rd, run 3km and so on and so forth, until the end of the month. Given you do it in miles and keep up with the ideology, you would essentially be running back to back marathons for the last few days of the effort.
I made it to the 10th before on my 11th run, on the 11th date (not the 11th hour!), unfortunately my myocarditis started playing up and I decided to walk home about half way through.
Basically - it felt like my heart was enlarging on itself and becoming a bit tight.. kind of freaky, however it is a feeling I have learnt to live with and knowing my body currently as well as I can, but with studying with its capabilities - it was a easy guess to just stop running about the 7km mark and reign it in.
Was I dissatisfied, yes. Was I worried what others would think (from my opinion), yes! Heck, I was embarrassed with myself for some ungodly reason I don’t know why.
Again, why? Why did I feel like that.
The limitations you can put on yourself sometimes are acutely challenging in itself.
I muttered to myself whilst heading over a bridge “you should be under this thing, not walking over it”, I was almost beside myself.
What a guy, huh!
Even though I had completed 55km’s of running into the task, I should have been chuffed and proud.
It sat heavy in my mind for a couple of days, gave most people the silent treatment and was not myself at all.
But then I’ve got to realise.. there are a string of rough circumstances that arise on familiar folk, day in and day out.
The things that people would do to manoeuvre, take strides, let alone lace up some shoes.. beings under the glance of the sun that unfortunately - how on earth (as canny as it is) are dealt cards with life decisions that are out of their hands.
The war on Ukraine really sat me back in my seat. The problematic headspace of Vladimir Putin and his unconscious team with the force they have put on regular citizens of a country living at peace with what they have, and what they had been through.
The power of the Ukrainian community really spells out a lot.
Common Unity - Community.
They are like minded and together, and rally together with their main man Zelenskyy.
The power of freedom, the people just want to live in peace. The things they would do to be able to walk down to the park, head to the shop for some treats, lace up some shoes and go for a stroll.
I know this writing I’ve collaborated has turned off the beaten road a bit, but the idea for this note to myself;
No matter what you do Goodwin, be proud. If it isn’t enough, have another go. Enjoy the peace, make the damn right most of freedom of choice, because you really don’t know when it could be stripped away from you.
Be kind, be present, be free
SBG
