In an exiting interview of the ministry apprenticeship, someone remarked, "Hon hit the ground running". Let's see how far we can go with this metaphor.
The years before college were like a
triathlon. A multi-challenge endurance event (Complicated by weather conditions: torrential rain.)
The years at college was like running the
Kokoda trail, straight up for 'A Thousand Steps' which got steeper as you ascended. A cardiovascular workout. (With fog and falling rocks.)
The time after college has been a
sprint. An adrenaline-fueled burst on a flat and clearly marked circuit, but it's fast and the
minutiae matters.
Different types of running. But all that time, I only paused to catch my breath, take a drink or stop off the side of the road (excuse me). The triathlon segued into scaling a mountain, followed by a bolt.
... I don't even really like running, except for the sprints, which are exhilarating. The way I run is very bouncy. I expend a lot of energy which is not really suitable for long-distance running.
Recently, I've noticed some warning signs: twitching eye, broken sleep, return of a nervous cough, persistent muscle tension, negative thinking, nanna naps, bursts of crying, aversion to socialising, loss of enthusiasm about things I'm usually passionate about...
It's time to stop.
