I think it was the sound of a passing vehicle's horn that snapped me out of the trance of my grind, like running on a treadmill but going nowhere.
What keeps the runner running even when the pain is great and the thirst is heavy? What keeps them pushing past the shaded tree without stopping? As a runner, what keeps me going is remembering my goal, the finish line. Sometimes I must slow down, but never will I choose to stop.
I grew up hearing the following popular Jamaican proverb "Nuh mek yuh lef han know weh yuh right han a do." Literally in English it is saying that you should not let your left hand know what the right hand is doing.
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