Sunday 18 April 2010

Run Hon Run

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.

4 comments:

Ben said...

Please post more, Hon. You manage to be informative about your ministry as well as hilarious at the same time.

Get rid of that twitch. It's not a good sign (or a good look).

Hon said...

That's lovely, Ben. Thank you. Sometimes lament being funnier on paper than in real life, especially at dinner parties, etc.

And yes, I'm having a little kip on the track, mid-race. Just curling up under a hurdle...(Having some time off and planning a proper break. People are keeping an eye on me =)

How are the Bathgate Babes?

Mel said...

Running gives you tight buns and Hon, you are no exception *wink wink*.

So glad you are resting.

Please blog more because it's not fair to keep all that good humour and all those wondrous thoughts to yourself.

Hon said...

Thanks, Mel! That explains my Buns of Steel!!

Ok, you blog I blog, for God's glory.