These days I find myself in a bit of a transitional state. Amidst the miles, the new "friends" and countless swipe lefts to nowhere, I'm realizing the water isn't wet enough. The runs just aren't long or and fast enough. Kinda crazy when I think about it, honestly. I mean, i'm doing what I love, but still feel this void. I spent weeks talking about it(to myself). I prayed about it, I even wrote this post 19times, until I finally came to terms with how I felt.
As humans we seek, and often times crave, certainty. Black & White spaces, circumstances, and situations that are usually our safe havens. It makes sense, right? I mean, many would argue that having a solid understanding of what's going on, and or knowing what to expect, often times allows one to be prepared.
The other day I'm running. The unsavory NYC Summer humidity snarling down my neck, and I hit a new route. As i hit the hill at 59th street and 11th avenue, I realized how unprepared my body was for such a steep incline. I even reflected back on that moment at the Brooklyn Half, in which a runner passed out in front of me.
Unexpected, undefined and definitely uncertain.
I understand that we're more inclined to succeed if we are prepared, but can one ever truly be prepared for the unknown inclines and declines along the route of life? I mean your intuition is there, even when your vision is impaired, right? I don't know, I don't have all the answers but, of all the things i've uncovered about myself and life in general is that, looking at life in terms of preparation and all its fundamental benefits, is still somewhat limited.
Whether you're single, married or in one of those (popular) kinda sort spaces. Whether you run, walk, swim, or sit on the couch. Understand, for as much you prepare for life's occurrences, you may not always deal with things in the best way. There is nothing wrong with trying to be the best, or do the best you can. There is nothing wrong with clearly defined Black&Whites spaces. There's also nothing wrong with being in Grey Area.