Never shied from taking on puzzles, for they stirred my curious brain. Then I faced a puzzle my mind could not solve, which made me turn inward and trust my heart. But my heart didn't take the mystery too well, it broke slowly, piece by piece. As I looked at those pieces, I wondered, maybe some puzzles aren't meant to be solved or maybe I should stop thinking about puzzles, and just go to bed now.
Last Friday, in the middle of the afternoon heat, I was running up a steep hill, head tilted down, breathing heavily - resembling a hyena about to collapse from exhaustion. Once I reached the top, my brain ordered my legs to take a break, so without much voluntary action on my part, I sat on the sidewalk and tried to gasp in as much air as I could with heavy breaths. A stranger walking up the hill saw me in that state and asked if I was doing okay. I gave a quick thumbs-up and a forced smile that said, "leave me alone," and so he left me alone there. I was supposed to do a moderately hard 3.5 mile run that day - part of my low-mileage, slow-pace training plan that's supposed to at least make me a below-average runner. Someone slightly to the left of the running bell curve’s peak. But I blame my two demons for turning it into an extremely difficult run in 80-degree heat. I call the first demon Pridemaster - it makes me boastful about my recent running consistency and c...