I just wanted to die:
I reached the 25km mark no worries.
I reached the 35km mark.
I just wanted to die. I felt like shit.
But, I kept pushing on. I needed to do it for me. I wanted to do it for me. So I kept going.
I guess that’s what endurance is all about; pushing through the physical pain and using your mental strength to get you through.
I think marathons are a metaphor for life in that respect. You want to just give up sometimes but you can’t and you won’t.
I don’t feel like giving up right now, but I am starting to question for the first time in a long time what it is I really want and realising that I’m not going to get it here. I’m too comfortable and for me, comfortable isn’t enough.
I can hear a bigger city calling…