Reality vs. Inspiration

I said I would run 10k in about a half-hour's time by July. This is the reaction I got.

"You can't do it."
"You're crazy."
"That's unreal."

You know, I just thought I was inspired. I don't want to think or hear that I can't do it.

Yes, there is something to be said about "keeping it real". Last Sunday, I ran 4 miles in about half-hour in the gym, and could have easily gone more. I thought I was invincible. Today, I ran maybe 3-4 miles in the park, and the road punished me. By my third go around the park, I could feel just about every pebble my shoe crushed under each stride. My sides were splitting. I struggled to keep my breathing under control. And I still think I was awesome. It took me longer, but I conquered the road.

I think I can tell the difference between delusion and inspiration.

See my poem Madness...