The situation right now is like a marathon of sorts. It’s like when you’re at your 3rd or 5th or 10th kilometre, depending on how fit you are (or unfit, hah), when the ache in your muscles starts to remain at a constant intensity, when each breath you take no longer hurts, when the stitch in your side wears off, when the blisters in your feet no longer feel as painful… and where your mind reaches a state where nothing matters but the pounding of your shoes against the sidewalk. All that matters is to keep the status quo, to continue running at a constant rate, not anticipating any rest or for the end of the run, but just to keep running…
Feels like it rite now doesn’t it?
The upside of patho is that I’m no longer having those odd dreams, I’m proud to say that I’ve regained full control over my dreams. Just that day (post Nic’s party), I dreamt that I was in Barcelona. Really cool dream! :D I didn’t want to wake up after that. Apart from that I’ve been having nice dreams, like visiting Sas at the zoo, going out with friends and so on…
