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It was an all too familiar moment. My hands hovered above the keyboard waiting for that lightning bolt of inspiration to hit. That moment when I would start typing, typing, typing, and like magic 800 words would magically appear. A perfect post. One that only requires minimal editing.
“My event in Sydney is only three days away, and I only have two people registered for it,” I texted my friend in a panic.
I started running again. A couple of years back I ran my first marathon, a wonderful achievement that gave me a three-day high in accomplishment, and an IT band injury that took much longer to heal. After that, I stopped running because the pain would become unbearable. But this year I was asked to compete in a half marathon at the end of May, which meant I need to get back to running and training.
I paddled out as far as my arms could carry me. My upper body was burning. I was digging deep for every pull of energy when another wave would come and smash into my surf board, carrying me back towards the beach. For every two strokes forward, the ocean had other plans and pushed me away from the waves I needed to catch. I wanted it bad. I wanted to be where the rest of the surfers were. Catching the green wave before it crested white. That’s where a surfer is almost certain to pop up on that board and be able to ride that wave.
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