The smallest of metaphors

Drawing of lower leg muscles, rear view.
First person i see at gym was Charles, a personal trainer and decent artist. He says it’s my soleus.


The smallest of metaphors happened yesterday four miles into a planned seven miler.

An easy run with a pace fluctuating between 8-10 minutes per mile, a small pop in lower right calf. Did i tear a muscle? Felt like it. Walked (gingerly at first) the remaining three miles.

The metaphor?

Out of nowhere, something happens that we never saw coming, carrying with it the power to derail our plans – in this case, derailing hopes of ramping up my speed work.

In real life, it could be a bring-you-to-your-knees wakeup call.

No warning.

Caught off guard.

Changes everything, and potentially floods overwhelmes us with regret.




On April Fool’s Day 2009, jeff noel began writing five daily, differently-themed blogs (on five different sites). It was to be a 100-day self-imposed “writer’s bootcamp”, in preparation for writing his first book. He hasn’t missed a single day since.

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By jeff noel

Retired Disney Institute Keynote Speaker and Prolific Blogger. Five daily, differently-themed personal blogs (about life's 5 big choices) on five interconnected sites.