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I haven’t blogged in a long time but I have an overwhelming desire to put something out there into the Atmosphere 🙏
A couple of weeks ago I ran in the Bayleys New Plymouth Mountain to Surf Marathon. This was my second full marathon and it felt just as special as the first. The race started at the foot of the Majestic Mount Taranaki 🗻on the west coast of New Zealand’s North Island.
For as long as I can remember I have always been fascinated with the Mountains of the North Island due to the Maori legends in which they are anthropomophized. I drew pictures of Taranaki as a kid, I would tell my children about the legend from time to time, but in my 30 something odd years on this earth I had never visited this awe-inspiring geological wonder, which is just over 4 hours drive from where I live. I know WTF!?
And again last week my wife celebrated her 40th birthday 🎉 by running in the Taihape Half Marathon . It was her first attempt at the distance which saw her traversing unforgiving rural back country roads, which we would never had ventured and would have missed the: picturesque rolling hills; farmlands crossed by meandering streams; deep ravines shadowed by foreboding willows and native bush that looked as though they had witnessed years of human history and more. The tranquility and near absence of white-noise gave us much needed respite from the suburbanized electronic device totting zombie horde which unfortunately we we’re among.
I felt a sense of guilt reflecting on my previous travels throughout our country when as a kid I was constantly amazed by the diverse landscape and culture of the small towns we’d encounter. Now as an adult I had become a typical automaton with tunnel vision that had become fixated on the destination taking no notice of our beautiful country – “Wellington to Auckland and back as fast as possible!!” I have realized that this attitude has permeated into many other aspects of my life and needs some rejigging.
Sorry to use the cliche but for me personally I have come to understand that it is as much about the journey as it is about the destination – not the final acquisition but the process. As of late running has encapsulated this maxim for me, providing much needed introspection and perspective which I would not have been privy to had I not decided to challenge myself and run in various race events and in turn become a regular Parkrun attendee. It is a joy to get to the end of a run/race, but the various stages within that run/race for me I enjoy most. Time slows and a plethora of thoughts enter the mind with many of them directly in conflict with each other:
“just stop you don’t have to do this, give up!!”; “your flying give it some more!!”; “those are some nice shoes”; “F@#$ these shoes are killing me”; “How lucky am I to be able to run through this beautiful country, actually to be able to run at all!”; “I would love to run in that part of the world”.
I am probably bouncing all over the place in this blog, but consequently it is much like the decision my wife and I have made to run all over the country and globe with our 4 kids, that’s right 4 kids 😊. We want to show them how to live by living and not to be restricted by financial challenges, age or fear. So we will continue to enjoy the experience, set down the cellphone from time to time and be present.
The Pondering Coconut ✊