I Sprint to the Finish

I'm not a natural runner, but I have become a habitual one. I like the almost weekly feeling of surprise I experience when I turn up at 9am to the start of a run (not a race) with 100s of other participants. Finishing, however, is never a surprise because I've made that my only goal. Were I more of a risk-taker, more hare and less tortoise (to borrow from Aesop), I might run faster earlier, but then I might have to give up (so my thinking goes, and nap en route). As soon as I reach the home stretch, especially when I can see the finish flag, I feel confident and pick up speed. I've had several other finish lines to cross this week and I have wondered if it's only deadlines that motivate me. They've included the usual ones for teaching sessions at work; a printing deadline for the 2nd edition of a poetry collection I've edited for a friend (more on this soon); my own poetry submission for a collaborative exhibition in Girona in the autumn (more on this soon); a mid-May aim to get sweet…