Note to self: you're running out of tomorrows
September 25th 2008 03:13
You can tell this picture is not of me because the writer appears motivated
I have two ambitions which have lived with me for almost 20 years. They are passions - fierce and burning desires to achieve goals. It is remarkable, really, that I have been able to resist for so long doing anything about them.
Now, as a 50-something, I find one getting closer, more intimate, and one receding. That feels like losing an old friend.
The first ambition is to write a novel. I know my story and I know my lead characters - they have lived with me for years. But I am a procrastinator, not just in terms of writing a novel but in terms of writing anything. The discovery of blogging a few months ago has done a lot to change that, and the growing imperative of time is applying its own pressure. I think I am ready to start. I'm excited. Deep breath.
The second ambition is to run a marathon. I have wanted to run another ever since completing the last of my four marathons in 1989. Back then I smoked and drank beer and ran 30 to 50 kilometres a week in the name of fun. Now I drink beer and run 30 to 50 minutes a week in the name of staying alive.
They have lived with me for a long time, these allies in aspiration. Maybe I need to do them at the same time? Maybe I need to think about this a bit more.
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