When running a marathon is a challenge for the corridor, both inside the person and the outside world. The marathon presents a challenge that opens a way through the maze depth of the mental and spiritual aspects of the person running. A labyrinth is a maze or a direct route to a destination. The same could be said of the courses I have run marathon. My favorite is the marathon course that has just parallel to a river. I think this is an excellent metaphor because I think the rivers are a symbol of life. I also think that a marathon is a form of meditation.

The pain of a marathon is delayed pain and I was waiting in line goal. Fatigue is a growing burden to be carried out the race. Distance is my responsibility and stress is not only physical but also mental. Hills and bad weather are obvious examples of physical problems that wears on my decision. I've also discovered that racing any distance are painfully difficult to run when the course takes riders directly to a halfway point and then returns with the same route. A race course with many twists and turns before the finish line is difficult faith in the corridors. He wears my determination to escape from the finish line, when near the end of a marathon. In a marathon this happened when the course was runners out and take a back four mile loop in the opposite direction which would be finished. I ran a marathon in the course suddenly went from a tree aligned narrow path directly in an open, flat, treeless, single and multiple lanes. With the open landscape such that it was difficult to see any progress in the laying of miles away. It made me feel as if on a tape.

My personal labyrinth winds through an inner landscape of doubt and fear. Old memories surface when triggered by the scenes outside of real estate. All that is needed is a vision of a house, building, or person and I'm looking over my shoulder or in the sky for images of the past. My labyrinth is too loud. Its not a quiet garden path. If I'm on the mark eighteen to twenty miles of a race my body is asking me to stop and my ego is screaming for me even thinking about it.

There is a point where I feel approaching the destination maze. This I believe in the merits of each individual there is a point where there is perfection. It is in the interior is the connection to everything and everyone. I've heard the sounds of deer crashing through the undergrowth of the forest that runs parallel to me and felt like I was actually running with them. I feel like a tourist passing through reference points. I feel a connection while running through new places. At this point the two paths along the river are merging.

Marathon canoeing World Championships 2005 Anna Hemmings

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