The Wall

I am aware the metaphors are being thrown around somewhat indiscriminately in this blog thread.  Some days it’s all about a show in five acts; today I draw upon the marathon analogy of ‘hitting the wall’. I haven’t run a marathon and probably never will now.  My last boyfriend was training for a marathon when we got together; it added to his glamour.  To be possessed of such resilience and determination clearly singled him out as someone special; to tackle such a difficult feat for the first time in his fifties also, so I told myself, suggested someone ready to take on a new way, moving forwards into the future.  Fortunately, my then psychotherapist warned me kindly that he was in a period of change and I was probably a transition after the end of his marriage and when he had settled again, I would be cast aside.  At the time I tried not to think of the warning, but it was prophetic.