Exploring whole new worlds and experiencing new and different cultures can be challenging at times because, well, it is new and different. I find that the real challenges though come out on the road, running path, whatever you want to call it.
Everything hurts. If I can think about it, it hurts. Can I run another quarter mile, half mile, mile, another step? One step becomes three and three steps become . . . I don’t know . . . a bunch. And another bunch becomes another bunch. That’s it, just dooon’t think about it. One, two, one two, just keep going. Soon, a landmark appears, a mile marker of sorts. I realize I have gone another mile. If I could do that mile, I can certainly do the next one and the one after that and . . . Well, let’s not get carried away. Just do this next bunch of steps.
I fancy myself an accountant, an explorer, maybe even a bit of a writer, but I choose the title runner. After all, why would I put myself through this if I didn’t love some aspect of it??