It’s stupid, ridiculous and makes no sense. Why do I get so nervous and anxious the night before a race? I’m never going to win or even finish top 50 so why work myself into a state where I won’t sleep and just think about the race. It doesn’t make any sense but then running over hills and moors getting wet and cold doesn’t either. Unless that is your escape valve from reality for an hour or more. Then it’s all worthwhile and it does make sense, well to those of us mad enough to do it. And my little cat is going mad attacking anything and everything!!
The Autistic FellRunner
I am a 52 year old male with a late diagnosis of Asperger's Syndrome. I enjoy writing in all forms about people and life. I enjoy running over the moors where my mind can be free from the stresses of everyday life. I am currently studying for a PhD in autism and aging. I hope you enjoy my writing and please feel free to leave a comment. Thank you for taking the time to visit my site. View all posts by The Autistic FellRunner