i love the autobahn…

autobahn (n) - (in Germany and Austria) a superhighway; expressway (that used to have no posted speed limit)

eccentric (n) - a person who has an unusual, peculiar, or odd personality, set of beliefs, or behavior pattern

crazy (n) - an unpredictable, nonconforming person/ (adj) - mentally deranged; demented; insane

…i’ve often been told that living in my head must be really hard…that the thoughts flying around in there are probably very similar to driving on the autobahn…there is just really no slowing down and if you even try to change lanes – watch out.

I really don’t think this equates to me being crazy, eccentric maybe, but crazy no. I mean take the other night for example, I was driving home and I was on the brink of tears wondering what the point of life was, was this where I was destined to be, and please god, help me, because I’m sure I’m destined for greater things. But just as quick as I was having a mental breakdown – I was just as quickly over it because all of the sudden life’s answers become clear. And all of this in just 7km - just imagine what I could do in 15.

Now I know you are wondering what clarity did I receive well going at 100 miles/hour in my head and really it was two-fold, first the only reason I am bemoaning my life’s existence was because of my job (where, like i've said before, I don’t get paid enough for the boredom I have to endure) and second, and more importantly, was the realization that the full moon was due out in a few days. And clearly the full moon can be attributed as the cause to a myriad of issues.

There – subject closed. Tears averted. I am on top of the world. I love driving on the autobahn.

Then last night, I was doing “speed work” at the local track. I’m not a fan of speed work, running around a track for about an hour, really does nothing for me, nor does it do anything for my mental status. Actually, watching the Paralympic hopefuls’ doing their track work does nothing for my mental stability since they can run faster then me, but we won’t get into that.

Also present was the local track team – these are kids between 10 to 16 years, many of whom go on to receive full scholarships at U.S. colleges So anyways, there I was labouring through my 800 repeats when I PASSED these guys from the track team. I PASSED THEM. I’m sure you can imagine the elation I felt. All of the sudden, my shoulders were back, head high, arms propelling me forward and my stride – just perfect. Clearly my 6 weeks at the track really had made me a stronger runner and as I passed them I felt myself growing stronger and going faster. Here were these kids and then there was me, double their age and then some and I’m a female – how could I pass them. Nonetheless that was all I needed to have a fabulous speed work session.

Oh did I mention that when I passed them, when I was feeling such strength and elation – it was while they were on their cool down lap leg? But honestly, does that really even matter?

There is no such thing as a blind spot on the autobahn.