Pause: an homage to Venn.

I tell you what, between trail running and my boy's sage teachings, who needs books to learn, really? That beautiful journey gave me far more than a longed-for victory, but a few beautiful reminders of just why I started challenging myself 'out there'. It's so very much more than running, and man alive, did I need that right now.

Venn, Venn, at work again. 





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There are times when you have no choice but to sit down in the deluge. Don’t stay too long or you’ll freeze.

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When your inner fire starts to fizzle, sometimes there are people around who can rescue you, but more often you need to find a way to keep yourself warm despite the odds. On these occasions, order means nothing. Get yourself up, grab your things, and get moving. Never stop until you thaw.

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Forgive yourself for the poor choices you’ve made. Celebrate yourself. Pat yourself on the back. Literally. Often.

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Always stop and do the thing; see to yourself when you need to - no matter what you risk otherwise.

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Never forget that some things are only achievable with suffering. 

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It is absolutely possible to reach what you believe is your point of maximum tolerance, then somehow find your way beyond it and still survive. And when it all clicks it seems so simple, like ‘oh, ok. that’s what it feels like.’ And then you pack it in your head and your heart, and carry it with you, not realising just how much stronger you have become as a result.

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When life smacks you in the face, change your plans and keep moving. Maybe you were already losing your way, and that jolt was meant to re-orient you.

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Exhaustion amplifies pain. Exertion can make you feel sick. If you push too hard, your body will fight back. Listen. Pause. It will calm down and so will you. 

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Sometimes you may be moving so slowly it looks like you’re still. Sometimes you can make progress even when you’re not moving at all.

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Your goal will still be there no matter how long it takes you to reach it.

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Sometimes the only light you need is in your heart. Let it shine.

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