I am not the person you see.
New ongoing body of work by Jamie Robert House.
Where everything was once so planned and expected. When life was so wonderfully routined, rutted and safe.Where I was, and not anymore.
Now I’m at half a century and once again in a life of change and challenge. My midlife crisis has been based on a task to self, to take control of the risks to my mortality.
Running is such a complex and joyous experience. Becoming now ritualistic. Early mornings, dark on the onset, so that I can experience the salutation moment of the day break and a potential sunrise in the middle of my run. Planned so that I’m running East towards my finish. My legs hurt, my brain wrestles with preservation of me. But I run, and it is always glorious.
I’m the engine,that I’ve made better. Not fantastic every time. Those damn hills. I’ll not be defeated though. By the hills, or by the challenges I have to face.