Jättelångt 2009
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The splash wet sleeves cool and I shake my head to get rid of the raindrops on his cap. Fucking mud! How am I supposed to run in this mud?
I think of Annie's light blue shirt when she passed me as I sat in the woods, crouching behind a bush. I usually never be passed at the end of a race. This time I hung very surprised with the leading group in the start but we took over the moss, stones and tree trunks. Jokes rained and after a felspringning I was even earlier. And I managed to keep a good pace! After the 15 kilometer, I was dropping. Backs of the others disappeared slowly farther and farther away. I ran alone and was happy to be in the middle of the entire starting field.
As passed by Annie. And Janne. And Liselott and Michael. At the 40 kilometer, I had time to catch up Liselott and Michael and felt omspringandets strength. Then lost the track. I ran on, I simply MUST be on the right track! After just over one kilometer anxiety swept the clouds into me and a woman confirmed that I was completely wrong. I had to turn and run back. Hopelessly last. Cold. Wet. It cut to the knee.
With 18 miles to go broke me. Pride annoyance was pressed into a weeping GARGLING. I was ashamed nyduschad and warm when lertäckta runners jubilation ran across the finish line in the drizzle. I did not get a diploma for completion feat.
I want to be the best. Be admired and acclaimed for something. I have worked myself to burnout, pressed me to gastritis and dropped out of both high school and university studies in despair at not being successful.
I can also choose a different path. I can give up the dream of being the best. I can be happy and glad that I am and what I do. The best races, it is when I give myself out and discover. I take the train somewhere, has been with me food, water, and SL card. I find myself back over unknown lands, runs through ekdungar, encountering cows, farms and people I'd never seen before. Out of curiosity, I take a turn around the next bend, the next crest. Never go legs as well as then! When I do not have to perform, when the body is scattered by löplust and joy of life. When everything is just a game. The clock says it's because I do my best results. It's the paradox of success, that I'm best when I completely let the desire to be the best.
Only a few are fortunate to be the best in the world. To be the best in relation to oneself is something everyone can be. I've found my own formula for it.
A few weeks ago, I ran up a hill, I never managed before. The joy at having reached the top, I flew up, up above all other hills I normally tend to go in. At the top of the hill also reached, given the brain, a thought that said "Yes, yes, where lumber you did at the end of the hill , it's not worth running cold. " The handle of my neck. It has nothing to do with me, if I want to reach the unknown potential I have.
For six years I have gone from not running at all to run ten mil, I have learned whitewater canoeing, although I'm afraid of water and I graduated as a civil engineer at number three in my class. Everything good has come by to praise me for good I'm doing, focus on fun and be curious about how I can learn more.
Sure it stung not to come into goals. Now need to get the disappointment exiting. And when it crossed, I will see all the good that was in the race, both that I managed to run faster than I usually do the first 15 miles and all the joy that was. It was the most fun, cozy and most considerate race I've ever been on! And I will, hopefully, understand what I can do better next time. And never, never complain about myself because it did not go as I wanted! Failure is the foundation for future happiness.
And really, the only failure that is, it's wanting something and never try. I tried and I am happy and proud of it.
(This page is translated by Google, Google is great but not perfect)
The splash wet sleeves cool and I shake my head to get rid of the raindrops on his cap. Fucking mud! How am I supposed to run in this mud?
I think of Annie's light blue shirt when she passed me as I sat in the woods, crouching behind a bush. I usually never be passed at the end of a race. This time I hung very surprised with the leading group in the start but we took over the moss, stones and tree trunks. Jokes rained and after a felspringning I was even earlier. And I managed to keep a good pace! After the 15 kilometer, I was dropping. Backs of the others disappeared slowly farther and farther away. I ran alone and was happy to be in the middle of the entire starting field.
As passed by Annie. And Janne. And Liselott and Michael. At the 40 kilometer, I had time to catch up Liselott and Michael and felt omspringandets strength. Then lost the track. I ran on, I simply MUST be on the right track! After just over one kilometer anxiety swept the clouds into me and a woman confirmed that I was completely wrong. I had to turn and run back. Hopelessly last. Cold. Wet. It cut to the knee.
With 18 miles to go broke me. Pride annoyance was pressed into a weeping GARGLING. I was ashamed nyduschad and warm when lertäckta runners jubilation ran across the finish line in the drizzle. I did not get a diploma for completion feat.
I want to be the best. Be admired and acclaimed for something. I have worked myself to burnout, pressed me to gastritis and dropped out of both high school and university studies in despair at not being successful.
I can also choose a different path. I can give up the dream of being the best. I can be happy and glad that I am and what I do. The best races, it is when I give myself out and discover. I take the train somewhere, has been with me food, water, and SL card. I find myself back over unknown lands, runs through ekdungar, encountering cows, farms and people I'd never seen before. Out of curiosity, I take a turn around the next bend, the next crest. Never go legs as well as then! When I do not have to perform, when the body is scattered by löplust and joy of life. When everything is just a game. The clock says it's because I do my best results. It's the paradox of success, that I'm best when I completely let the desire to be the best.
Only a few are fortunate to be the best in the world. To be the best in relation to oneself is something everyone can be. I've found my own formula for it.
A few weeks ago, I ran up a hill, I never managed before. The joy at having reached the top, I flew up, up above all other hills I normally tend to go in. At the top of the hill also reached, given the brain, a thought that said "Yes, yes, where lumber you did at the end of the hill , it's not worth running cold. " The handle of my neck. It has nothing to do with me, if I want to reach the unknown potential I have.
For six years I have gone from not running at all to run ten mil, I have learned whitewater canoeing, although I'm afraid of water and I graduated as a civil engineer at number three in my class. Everything good has come by to praise me for good I'm doing, focus on fun and be curious about how I can learn more.
Sure it stung not to come into goals. Now need to get the disappointment exiting. And when it crossed, I will see all the good that was in the race, both that I managed to run faster than I usually do the first 15 miles and all the joy that was. It was the most fun, cozy and most considerate race I've ever been on! And I will, hopefully, understand what I can do better next time. And never, never complain about myself because it did not go as I wanted! Failure is the foundation for future happiness.
And really, the only failure that is, it's wanting something and never try. I tried and I am happy and proud of it.
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