Again

So It's a little over a month since my first marathon. The euphoria has faded and cold, hard facts stare me in the face. I received my official time certificate yesterday and 4:52:52 seems like an eternity. After all the effort and pain, I can't believe I finished in this time. My split times (taken at 14K, 23K and 32K) also tell the story...I slacked off way too much in the first 14 K. But no point brooding.

What is clear is I can't go around for too long with 4:52 as a finish time. What is also clear and dauntingly so is the comparative increase in everything that will have to be done to achieve a time commensurate with personal satisfaction levels.

To begin with I need to lose about 8 kilos / 15 pounds. No other target for the next 2 months. I may start a weekly tarmac run from March though...and so we begin.

Sub 4?

So here we are again. As I was driving home on Sunday night after a soirée of sorts, it struck me that I was at a crossroads...or should I say a fork in the road. On one side I see the warm glow of friends, many soirées, lots of merriment, lazy weekends, raising jars....on the other I see jibes, prods, reproaches, pain, struggle and perhaps...just perhaps exhilaration: pure, unadulterated and maybe even a little enlightenment and clarity of vision in the transcendental sense.

Two roads divulged...and as I was driving on I felt that this was the moment...we all have times when a question pops up in front of us...one that we'd rather have not been confronted by for maybe another few weeks or months.

I have, to borrow a line, chosen the one that wanted wear.