Kilometer 7, when I least
expected it, a sprain ankle in the right foot. Stop, the game is over! That was
my inmediate reaction. I like running, but I don't need it, is for hobby. My
memories were activated and I remembered
the sprain I suffered five years ago and how I acted against nature,
resisting me and fighting with life. Now has been different, I realized I had
to stop and although I would have loved to continue enjoying the race and reach
the finish line, the priority was to heal…
And in the afternoon I
discovered the message it wanted to convey me. My life has been changing so
much, that I need time to digest everything that is happening to me. And even
if I'm not aware of it, maybe I'm self-demanding: I'm not pretending to be a
Superman, I have nothing to demostrate to others. I should dosify my excess
enthusiasm and keep doing and enjoying the things that are reaching me, but
giving me time to rest and celebrate what I am achieving before taking the next
step. Life is not over...
Of course, I was the
first to arrive... to the nursing room!! All an honor and a fondness for
new experiences. And despite of the swelling and how serious it seemed, in the
afternoon I ended up running. Life's miracles?