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this morning i ran the stand chart 10k
but the focus here isn't the race but
rather what happened after
i was completely wasted
and feeling weak, cold
and the bad feelings get-able
it got worse and i thought i was gonna die
of course that was far from what was happening
the point is at that time it did feel so

and laying there almost motionless
i wondered to myself what happens next
some tears will be shed here and there i guess
or hope, at least
then i realised i wouldn't want any
if i died, i wanted those who cried to know something

that i died happy
i died doing what i loved to do
and let tears cease to fall
i'd pick dropping dead at 3 per k pace
over dying in my sleep peacefully at 83

true, i ran myself to death
but running made me live
i learned so much from running
and quite literally,
running kept me alive
my team mates kept me alive
and so much more would have turned out badly
if i never ran

i thought to myself as i laid there
if i were to die
someone should know this
now you know


on another note
my recent entries have been more
like contemplative and reflective
must be the result of reading the glass bead game
and the lack of training with the team
and being runaround idiots
i will wake up for training