And when you can’t go anymore…

… there is always somebody who will encourage you to run that extra mile (most of the time more than that). In my case it’s my Wife. Always cheering for me, always…

It was no difference this time in Craughwell. 30th of August and we were in beautifull county of Galway. This time route was splited into 8 laps, just over 5 km each. It was quite flat but when you run as I do it doesn’t make pin of a difference cause after about 20 km somebody if turning off the fuel knob. I don’t know how many times I have told to myself that I just need to keep my pace steady, not to fast, do not start too fast. But it is not working. I always starting strong and after 10-15 km I start to slow down, after half of the distance I just strugle to run. And again, nothing has changed with that…

But even when I thought that I couldn’t made another step I was passing the end of lap and saw my Wife telling me that I CAN… So I was going. But that makes you think, if I was alone there would I just stop or still finish the run. Anyway… have finished it. That’s most important. Marathon no 7 done.

How I feel when running? Hmmm… Mr Haruki Murakami japaneese writer and runner has described that very well in book ‘What I Talk About When I Talk About Running’:

‘I’ve discovered that after twenty some years, and as many marathons later, the feelings I have when I run twenty six miles are the same as back then. Even now, whenever I run a marathon my mind goes through the same exact process. Up to nineteen miles I’m sure I can run a good time, but past twenty two miles I run out of fuel and start to get upset at everything. And at the end I feel like a car that’s run out of gas. But after I finish and some time has passed, I forget all the pain and misery and am already planning how I can run an even better time in the next race.

The funny thing is, no matter how much experience I have under my belt, no matter how old I get, it’s all just a repeat of what came before. I think certain types of processes don’t allow for any variation. If you have to be part of that process, all you can do is transform — or perhaps distort — yourself through that persistent repetition, and make that process a part of your own personality.’

Isn’t that correct?