my heart whispers, “yes, yes, yes”.

When I say “no” and convince myself that I’m too tired to keep running, my heart whispers, “yes, yes, yes”.

And when I start thinking that I don’t deserve to win or get better, my heart says, “win against time because time demands the most humility”.

When I run my best, I make time slow down, and then win against it.

And when I reach outside of myself (and abandon the “no”s and my fears), I make time slow down and I win gracefully, like a bird skimming the surface of the water.

13 December 2016

I stride out.

Stride out first in a jog and then grab a rope and keep pulling your legs out behind your arms before you go fast like everything you hear is slurred and blurred and then let go into a stride out.

That’s how I stride out.

I like when everything I hear is slurred and blurred. For then everything is running with me and that’s all that I hear. The sound doesn’t echo at all. And my patterings don’t leave a lasting dent on the dirt. So I have to stride out again and again.

That’s how I stride out.

6 August 2014