Before I start my post, I just realize yesterday I swim 2,100 m. I told a friend I swam 1,600 m. Ooops. Triathletes can't count...but that's ok. No wonder my shoulders were aching this morning.
Here is the breakdown of my swim:
500 m - warm up (slow, easy)
200 m x 4 drills - 100 m one arm swim, 100 m easy, rest 30 sec
5 x 100 m - 50 m medium, 25 m easy, 25 m hard, rest 45 sec
500 m - cool down with pull buoy
This Sun I am going to McMaster University Swim Improvement Clinic. This week I will get in more chlorine time and hopefully grow a fin or something.
On Sat, I woke up in a blanket of fog. I quickly got my shoes and hit the road. I can't recall the last time I ran in a fog. It was thick. The kind that you won't see more than 20-30 feet.
I ran in my neighbourhood. Like the back of my hand. I know this place inside out. This is where I grew up. Where I trick or treated. Where I almost got hit by a van while biking. I can recall every cracks, every bump, every tree.
Despite that, there is still a part of me that is unsure what lies beyond the fog. Would there be something beyond that I will never expect?
I thought who I am right now. The person who I have become is a creation of my past. My mistakes, my achievements, my struggles, my ups and downs. What lies ahead of me will be the steps I take right now.
I thought about where I will be heading. Is it really that frightening? The uncertainty?
Isn't the future like a fog? As I step forward, it slowly uncover itself. And the more it uncover itself, the more I realize uncertainty is a good thing.
If life is predictable in every way, fogless, can you imagine what life will be like? Every person you meet, you will know whether this relation will be a friend or not. There is no need for courtship because you will know exactly if this person will be your partner in life. Every day you wake up, you know exactly what will happen. Get stuck in traffic for 15 min, arrive to work late. Get chew out by the boss.
Sometimes we do need that uncertainty. It keeps us real. It makes us who we are.
Let God pick my path. That's His job. My job is to take one step at a time. In the fog.
Just like any other run, I returned home safe and sound. Because of the fog, I realized there is a layer of dew formed on my jacket. Neat.