Random stream of consciousness from the Queen of Happiness
One day, I found myself wondering what it would be like to just start running - to not think, just run. A coach of mine in high school told me that running was all mental and if I embraced it, it would be easier for me. I remember lacing up my shoes, putting on my workout clothes, and heading out the door. I couldn't focus at first. The butterflies in my stomach were taking over and I couldn't help but think this was going to be hard. At that time, we lived on a farm. For miles and miles, in good old central California, there was nothing but farmland (still is) and I set off on a dirt road in a quest to conquer my fear of running.
The first few steps were hard. I was almost ready to give up until a gentle summer breeze came along. Was it a helping hand? A reassurance boost? I'll never know. It gave me the confidence to go on and before I knew it I wasn't thinking about what my feet were doing. I was running with the wind, running past our farm, past the neighbor's almonds, through the peach trees of the farm across the street, and back home again with a silly grin on my face. I'll never forget that day. At the start of each race, I picture myself back on the farm again, let my legs do the rest, and breeze comes along I send a silent thank you.
This blog is a collection of pictures, stories, articles, blog posts, food adventures, and my cat Roxy. It won't always make sense which is why it's lovingly dubbed the random stream of consciousness from the Queen of Happiness (the literal translation of my first name - Sukhraj and pronounced "sook-raj").
Contributed by Sukhraj Suki Beasla
This blog is a collection of pictures, stories, articles, blog posts, food adventures, and my cat Roxy. It won't always make sense which is why it's lovingly dubbed the random stream of consciousness from the Queen of Happiness (the literal translation of my first name - Sukhraj and pronounced "sook-raj").
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