February 28, 2014 § Leave a comment
I ran yesterday, last night, first time since December. I put on Max Richter’s recomposed Four Seasons and I ran slow and I realised: I could go on, and on. Thought checked across my head: read: What I Talk About When I Talk About Running, Murakami. I thought: the age has dawned and I could run marathons maybe now. Time has grown shorter. When I was a kid I was a sprinter. Hard and fast. Now I can draw it out.
from message to Krista