My Big Problem

I used my legs more often than my brain recently. Who knows, when my legs grow  stronger, my brain will shrink down to the size of a penny one day.

This is definitely a big problem.

To give up marathon in blogging and indulging in running marathons is not my intention, which is insisted too by Alice.

"What if a mushroom has a very small cap and a very big stalk, do we call it a mushroom?" She has her point.

This is my very big problem.

Marathon in Wonderland

Do you ever find mushrooms huffing and puffing?

Yes! Mushrooms do run marathon. Everyday! They run on rough mountainous terrains which involve many uphill and downhill works. Those are tedious and adventurous.

I only run on the road, but this is enough to drive me half-dead, yet the impulsive rush of adrenaline gets me addicted, and I have already run marathon for three consecutive years.

Alice said this is too heavy. She only enjoys daydreaming, though daydreaming and marathon take place in the same Wonderland.

Huff and Puff

Photo courtesy: 

herbarium.usu.edu/fun-with-fungi/dispersal

Dream in My Dream

I had let yesterday used up too much of today's dreams. My auto recovery system is wearing out. 

So I run 21km in the dawn; some studies say this can give me some level of runner's high, just like Super Mario turns powerful by touching mushrooms.

I really go high, because I dream high all the way. 

I dream to finish my next marathon in less than five hours, and less than four in the next.

This is a spare dream of today as there are mushrooms along my way. 

I dream in my dream.

Marathon

While I was having my marathon, mushrooms in the jungle were running and panting as well.

Both mushrooms and I like running.

Running, though amidst a big crowd, is a lonely sport. Only my muscles are talking me, and this becomes moaning in the end. Mushrooms must have experienced this.

But we know,  one step after another, we shall reach the finishing line sooner or later.

And I did it last Sunday. 42.2km in 6 hours and 16 minutes.

Run

I ran away from mushrooms last Sunday morning, and I kept running from four-thirty to seven-thirty.

There was no hatred, we are still friend, but I chose to run.

Did the mushrooms get stuck again while I was running free? How good they would be if they were with me in the Penang Bridge Half Marathon? Regretful for not having a lolling tongue?

I told them my breakthrough will come this coming November. At the age of fifty-four, I am going to run my first ever full marathon, 42.2km.

Don't laugh. I am serious, as serious as a phone booth for superman, and a pee pole for a dog.