Change

It is the close of another year in my life and as I look back there have been so many "occurrences" that make me desire that some things change in the new year. For one, my training has been at its most dismal, but surprisingly, I have run more races in this one year; four full marathons and a 50K! I have come to understand my true well-wishers in the course of my work and personal life. I have been able to hold the fort at work and have performed quite commendably. This, I do not want to see change.

I have been distraught with the death of a runner. He died of a heart attack under sad and tragic circumstances; mid-race and with no one to care for him while his heart was giving up on him - perhaps slowly. I have a small running fraternity that shares its views on a page created by me. I was anguished by the content that I read today. To top it all I got brickbats and insults when I tried to analyze the reasons for this runner' death. I had to post a rejoinder to disabuse people that might be in agreement on the issue. I know not who agreed and who didn't, with these views. Perhaps, it is difficult to take sides in a spat like this. But, it left me numb.

I hope the new year brings in a breath of fresh air with change. I need to revitalize my training and focus on my work. I have selflessly given a lot of my time to my small circle of runners. It is time to move on, as it is consuming me. I can take solace in my runs and the personal interaction with my runners at the NIKE RUN CLUB. Christmas is coming and brings good tidings and cheer and friends and family. It is the well deserved break that I need from a rather stressful month. There is of course Dojo' birthday to add to the excitement. And so, in the new year, I am even more aware that.....

Everything must change
Nothing stays the same
Everyone must change
No one stays the same

The young become the old
And mysteries do unfold
Cause that's the way of time
Nothing and no one goes unchanged

There are not many things in life
You can be sure of
Except rain comes from the clouds
Sun lights up the sky
And hummingbirds do fly

Winter turns to spring
A wounded heart will heal
But never much too soon
Yes everything must change