Apologies if anyone has missed me over the last couple of weeks. I’ve been awol.
I’ve been away for a few days, both social and work, then a short week to recover and get all my chores done before having friends to visit last weekend –and then? I dunno but I fell off the wagon – the Maffetone wagon. No long slow runs, no short slow runs, no runs of any kind, oh and cake. On a number of occasions.
I ate cake because I was feeling down. Maybe it was the lack of running, maybe it was the loss of routine. So highs and lows. It got me thinking about the roller coaster metaphor for life. ( and Shazza too – see shazruns!)
So how do you ride the roller coaster? Do you get to the top, put your hands in the air and squeal with delight as you plummet towards the ground as fast as gravity allows? Or do you grip the safety rail, tense your body rigidly, clinging on for dear life and close your eyes so that you can’t see the full horror of the danger you are in? Do you wish it was all over, that you’d never got on, that you don’t want to be there?
I decided that the roller coaster wasn’t a good metaphor for me. It isn’t a ride that I would choose, but I do choose life, so there must be another metaphor for my life.
I thought a while.
My life metaphor isn’t even in the fairground.
It’s in the hills! Of course it is, where else?
You start on a walk, there’s always going to be a climb to get where you want to be. It will be hard work but hopefully it will be enjoyable. There will be grass and streams and scenery, you can either rush past it and press on, or stop to enjoy it, depending on how keen you are to reach the peak.
The climb may get harder, but then you will stop and look back to enjoy the view of where you’ve been. You can see a hill top, you push towards it, but when you get there you realise that it isn’t the top, maybe you’d looked at the map and you knew all along, but either way you press on.
Eventually you reach the peak. The views are great and there’s a sense of accomplishment, but funnily enough despite all that effort you don’t stay there. It’s cold, it’s windy and there isn’t much room. You might be on your own so you stay as long as you like, but in the end you know that you have to leave to find food, shelter and company. There may be a crowd of people jostling to be at the top – they have climbed too so it’s only fair to step aside and let them enjoy the view they have worked for.
Maybe from the top you see another peak, possibly more interesting than where you are. So you climb down and then back up again. Your experience from the last peak may have made you fitter so it’s easier, or maybe you haven’t allowed yourself to recover properly, so it’s harder. Eventually you decide to head for home. Going downhill can be easy if the path is smooth and gentle or dangerous if too steep.
All the way the route you choose will determine your experience, how hard it is, how much you get out of it.
I love the hills and a much better metaphor for me😊
Just for the record I have squeezed in a couple of walks. Today I walked to the castle and back – prep for eventually running it. 9 miles in total. Last week 6 miles on the hill.