I could only assume that my Facebook friends are already annoyed by my relentless post of my running stats. Posting my running stats on Facebook or Instagram feeds every time I run can get a bit old and boring.
It is for this reason that I have decided to post my running stats today here on the Much To Tell About Nothing blog. And perhaps also use this particular space – among many other things – as a running journal in which I will document my running goals, challenges and achievements.
Like what I have already mentioned in my previous blog, it has been a year since the last time I smoked. Indeed, I am very happy and proud of myself that I was able to stop smoking for a year now. While I acknowledge that I am weak in relation to my addiction and the temptations will always be present, I certainly hope that I will continue to be a non-smoker for many years to come. In my experience, I have come to realize that the success of the latter depends upon the recognition of the former: in order to deal with addiction, one has to recognize the power the addiction holds to the one being addicted.
In the past, I have already made two attempts to quit the nasty habit of smoking and sadly enough, also twice I have failed. The first lasted for six months while the second a year and a half. In those two previous attempts, I made promises to stop smoking and that the cigarettes I was smoking when the promises were made were the last ones I would ever smoke. And yet, I would find myself too weak to resist the strong urge to smoke.
Athletic is one of the many words that I would not and cannot use to describe myself and how I live my life. That has, however, change quite recently when I have started running outdoor regularly. For the sake of The Daily Post’s Prompt today, the photographs at the beginning and at the end of this blog post have been taken while I was running this afternoon. The first photograph was taken after I have covered 10 kilometres. Running 10 kilometres was the initial plan today. When I have reached today’s goal, I thought I could still do another 5. If I have started earlier, I could have pushed it to 20 and more. The photograph bellow was taken while I was reaching the 13th Kilometres. Today, I stopped when I reached 15 kilometres. Tomorrow, I will run again and I might do more. The run today was just a warm-up. Every athletic person who are engaged in athletic activity and strenuous training need a good warming up.
When I run in the open space, I feel connected with our beloved planet earth. I feel in synchronise and in harmony with its totality. The visceral experience of being connected with the planet and the universe as a whole every time I run out there, although fulfilling and elevating, makes me feel quite insignificant. Or rather, I should say, although makes me feel insignificant makes me feel fulfilled and elevated. It makes me realize that I am not at the centre of the universe but just a tiny speck of dust. In the grand scheme of things, our magnificent planet is not at the centre of the universe. At the same time I also feel that I am a part of the planet’s integral whole which is quite empowering. When I run, I feel that I am running into a transcendent place that is neither here nor there and yet at the same time makes me more conscious of my presence in this beautiful planet earth and the life it breaths upon us.
I have really mixed emotions when it comes to pampering myself as well as others, particularly those who very close to my heart. On one hand, to pamper oneself is quite a pleasurable and gratifying experience. On the other hand, it hurt the mind and soul especially when pampering start to takes over and it eventually will. By taking over, I mean that when pampering or the object of our desires become the master to whose control we have to subject ourselves. There is indeed a fine line between pampering and indulgence on one hand and addiction and obsession on the other.
The Much to Tell About Nothing Blog’s contribution for this week’s photo challenge on Daily Post entitled ‘Layered’ is a photograph of layers upon layers of spiderwebs on a tree branch. The leaves on this branch was covered by a thick layer of spider webs which makes me wonder how many spiders actually live there. It is like a borough of spiders living within their small neighborhood. The photograph was taken one morning of August. It was, therefore, the peak of summer at its best. I was running through the park close to where I live. I do not make a habit of taking pictures while running because it interrupts my work out (which I think defeats the purpose of working out). But I made an exception for this particular moment because the site of this branch of leaves covered by spiderwebs is simply difficult to resist. It has indeed a ‘wow’ factor and therefore must be photographed and shared.