![Bruce had me up to three miles a day, really at a good pace. We’d run the three miles in twenty-one or twenty two minutes. Just under eight minutes a mile [Note: when running on his own in 1968, Lee would get his time down to six-and-a-half minutes per mile]. So this morning he said to me “We’re going to go to five.” I said, “Bruce, I can’t go five. I’m a hell lot older than you are, and I can’t do five.” He said, “When we get to three, we’ll shift gear and it’s only two more and you’ll do it.” I said “Okay, hell, I’ll go for it.” So we get to three, we go into the fourth mile and I’m okay for three to four minutes, and then I really begin to give out. I’m tired, my heart’s pounding, I can’t go anymore and so I say to him, “Bruce, if I run anymore,” - and we’re still running - “if I run anymore I’m liable to have a heart attack and die.” He said, “Then die.” It made me so mad that I went the full five miles. Afterward I went to the shower and then I wanted to talk to him about it. I said, you know, “Why did you say that?” He said, “Because you might as well be dead. Seriously, if you always put limits on what you can do, physical or anything else, it’ll spread over into the rest of your life. It’ll spread into your work, into your morality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you. A man must constantly exceed his level.”](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqxjsyBL051r1dy37o1_500.jpg)
Bruce had me up to three miles a day, really at a good pace. We’d run the three miles in twenty-one or twenty two minutes. Just under eight minutes a mile [Note: when running on his own in 1968, Lee would get his time down to six-and-a-half minutes per mile]. So this morning he said to me “We’re going to go to five.” I said, “Bruce, I can’t go five. I’m a hell lot older than you are, and I can’t do five.” He said, “When we get to three, we’ll shift gear and it’s only two more and you’ll do it.” I said “Okay, hell, I’ll go for it.” So we get to three, we go into the fourth mile and I’m okay for three to four minutes, and then I really begin to give out. I’m tired, my heart’s pounding, I can’t go anymore and so I say to him, “Bruce, if I run anymore,” - and we’re still running - “if I run anymore I’m liable to have a heart attack and die.” He said, “Then die.” It made me so mad that I went the full five miles. Afterward I went to the shower and then I wanted to talk to him about it. I said, you know, “Why did you say that?” He said, “Because you might as well be dead. Seriously, if you always put limits on what you can do, physical or anything else, it’ll spread over into the rest of your life. It’ll spread into your work, into your morality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you. A man must constantly exceed his level.”
(via rainbowboii)
oh how I played around the idea of perfection
all that goes beyond and as well along with affection
to wish and hope that everything has its destination
I shouted of what better places and better lives would be
had we humans bathed ourselves in naivety
I dreamt of how I’ll be unlike the many
as my front-most fear is to be ‘just majority’
but I witness and see the other life promises
I grew fondness over things they say I should accomplish
then I thought I came to term with circumstances
but with pity I saw I’m not as fine as my past wishes
…and, hell, it wasn’t an easy year :)
regardless and because of everything, I am thanking God, world, and earth for being able to pass this last hour, looking back, smiling.
so they asked me ‘this is your first job, your first company, what have you learnt this pass 1 year?’ and my answer was so much less then what I’d actually like to say. For what I would like to say was…
This pass year I’ve learnt to deal with the harshest new place I’ve ever been to.
I started working and earning my first salary.
I’ve had the …….. (fill in the blank) workmate(s).
I worked in the department store for a month.
I learnt to fake smile, happiness, curiosity and hospitality.
I got shocked, disappointed, then accept the fact that the work I do is nowhere as fun as my marketing assignments at campus.
I became an MC. More than 5 times.
I got to the lowest point of my life so far. For the very first time in my life, I wasn’t happy.
I was on the verge of depression.
I quit almost all social networks except twitter.
I got back to those social networks.
I learnt to push away all my pride and reluctance, and got a BB.
I graduated from a place, and doesn’t lose contact with the friends I made in that place.
I’ve re-found dancing.
I found a feeling/state of feeling that I refer to as ‘the slight anticipation of contentment’.
I have a new goal in life.
I found out that some of my friends care about me more than I thought they do.
I realized that no matter how much I believe my family doesn’t know me, when something is really wrong with me, they realize.
And that when something good happens to me, telling them multiplies the joy. Simple, but a new thing to me.
I finally found a place for me at work. My people.
I have one person who was with me before all the bad times, through the entire bad times, seeing me broke down each weekend, and stay with me until this very moment, and I hope will still do stay for decades to come. You.
and then, I become me. Again. A whole, fixated, reformed ME.
.
this new year, new age, I hope I can be an even better me.
this should be the year of self actualization.
this should be the year of travelling.
this should be the year of spontaneity.
and this year should also be the year of well-made plans.
.
and my main wish for this year is, dear all of you, who was there with me through everything„
please, do stay. :)
and.. thank you, all of you, for simply being who you are to me..
Yesterday, on my church noon service, there was a wedding vow renewal session. So there were couples on the front-left section. Amongst them stand a 60-70 something man. Alone.
After the couple renew their wedding vows, the other men each gave a prepared stem of red rose to their wives. This man, he lifts his rose up in the air, looking up, smiling, for his dear departed wive.
Such a sweet proof of undying love.
my life crisis fact.
“2. Frane Selak: Escaped from a derailed train, a door-less plane, a bus crash, a car into flames, another 2 car accidents… then won Million Dollar lottery”
:)
the aging stages of men. sad. xP
one can actually be happily bleeding. literally. wow.
(via fuckyeahblood, a tumblr account I just found)
