Eight mile. Isn't that the name of a movie starring Eminen? Ya, ya it was.
What else is it? How about the number I ran today. 8. Eight. Oito...as in I ran eight friggin' miles today.
I know, I know, I can hardly believe it myself. My legs and knees are feeling it. My tired self is feeling it.
Long about mile six I was wondering what the "H" I was doing to myself by running? Who does this to themselves? Well, apparently I am, and I do.
When I hit mile three this morning, this song came on my iPod. The words just struck a cord in me. I began bawling on my run this morning. Yep, as I ran through the ghetto...I was crying. Here is the song:
I love Alanis Morissette.
I have heard this song almost everyday for the last month, today I just listened to the words, and I felt like this is how my life is. I'm just plugging along, hoping and wishing that the next step I take gets me where I want to go. Don't we all kind of "fake it til we make it"?
I know I do...and just like with so many things in my life, I am going to keep on doing it...until I am really doing it, until I am all that I want and hope to become.
Maybe even a runner.
Hopefully all the other things that brought me to my weeping knees today. Ya those things especially.
