Saturday, February 16, 2013

Actually Sartre, Hell is a Hill

I took French all through high school and college. I still can't speak the language worth a damn, but I started thinking about this book we read in Intermediate French called Huis-clos.  Roughly translated it means "no exit" and there is this line that I still haven't forgotten years later because it resonated so deeply with me.  The author wrote, "L'enfer, c'est les autres."  Basically it means "Hell is others."  In college, I totally agreed with Sartre, mainly because I had a series of awful suitemates who made my life miserable, but this morning in the middle of my run I realized that hell is not other people.  Hell is every last bitch hill that pops up in the middle of what would otherwise be a pleasant run.  But I digress.

This morning I got up bright and early and knocked out a couple of miles.  I have only been running for a few months and I'm still trying to build my speed and distance.  I know that an average pace of 12:24 is turtle slow to most runners, but for me it is a huge accomplishment to run a sub 13 minute mile since I could barely run a full minute when I started.  It's all about the small victories.  Now if I could just convince myself to get off the couch and go get my car fixed we would have a full on Saturday morning win.

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