A celebration of being a bit shit at something and doing it in anyways 

I've been running for 15 years. It’s been an on and off thing for me. Months, years have gone by where I haven’t hit the pavement, but it always beckons me back.

There’s an intrinsic call, desire, pull, goal, knawing knowing that compels me to keep at it, despite the fact that I don’t hit any impressive metrics when it comes to distance or speed and that I’m mostly shuffling along with generous breaks.

The pressure ‘to make it’

I was daydreaming recently, as I do

I was dancing in my room

Getting my groove on

Feeling joyous

I started to imagine that I was a DJ

Playing my favourite tunes, guiding everyone to ecstasy with the beat