Sole To Cement
What is a runner? Do I fit within my answer? Do I have what it takes?
I aspire to be, yet every time I step out my front door and the methodically dull patter of sole to cement begins to overtake my mind, this question fights its way to the surface. Running is open to all, regardless of shape, size, color or fitness level. Even still, I psych myself out. The mind tells the body to stop, to not even bother with starting.
“You’ll never be fast enough. You’ll hurt yourself. You don’t look the part.”
The demons each must face, or embrace. Pain and discomfort the leveler of the playing field; the field of the mind. Our old friends, transforming us into runners.