For the past half a year I’ve been in the midst of training for a marathon. The decision to participate this year came after incessant badgering by a colleague. As I remember, when I finally agreed it came when my defences were low following a particularly stressful period at work, during which I couldn’t think straight.
But that’s over now. No time for regrets.
The training has been interesting so far, and getting increasingly intense. Just a couple of days ago, for the first time in a long time I cut a run short because I was too hungry. Desperately seeking calories, my original goal to run to the end of a park still ten kilometres away turned into a run to a vending machine that was just three. It was funny how when I reached the machine and looked through the nutritional information on the label I was disappointed it contained as little energy as it had – 98kcal – the first time in my life I was looking for the highest caloric option my money could buy (which was $2).
When it dawned on me what I had just done, my mind was blown. What a different lens to see life by.