I’ve learned many lessons over the last few years – but one stands out as being more important than any other – and it can be summed up with a whakataukī from my adopted homeland.
At some point I had to just bite the bullet, put on those running shoes and start again – and so last Wednesday I finally plucked up the self-confidence to do it. And, of course, it went better than I thought. But it was all pretty slow and ponderous with most of my thoughts taken up with the big run coming this past Sunday – an 85 minute trail run averaging around 7min/km on uneven ground.
With a period of unemployment now a certainty (T-1 days until role disestablishment and no new job!) it’s inevitable the mind looks for ways to be as productive as possible during the downtime.
It’s been almost four months since I last pounded the payments around Helensville, a bit longer since I did it pain free. I didn’t realise back then just how badly my knee – or my career – was screwed.