Slow

I am slow right now. But when I was fast, I was fast for a short time, and then slow. At least now I am perhaps somewhat more paced.

There will never be a time that running is not painful, or a time when I do not want to simply stop running. But to carry on when I want to stop is the reason I keep on running.

My times for many months have been atrocious. But my efforts have not been. My weight has gone from 12 stone to 11:10 - hardly a diet. Just my natural rhythms. I can lift heavier weights than ever, and I want to work my core.

There is no direction to what I am doing, but that I continue anyway means something to me.