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How to Run a Marathon

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Adam Rangihana

 

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My name is Adam Rangihana, I live in Australia.  I know what it is to be abused, suffering major injuries and pain.  I know the consciousness of waking and not knowing my own person, my own self, and although this memory returns in time there is much that is still lost. It is my calculation and opinion there is much that is unknown about major health problems from the point of view of a lay person.

  

How to Run a Marathon.

 

When remembering I later supposed my eyes opened and viewed what could not immediately be made out. My body was so tired it ached and felt like it had run a marathon and could hardly move and as I believed later I must have fallen asleep again or maybe this had happened several times I am not sure. Everywhere about me seemed strange there was no recognition of what exactly I was looking out at; let alone the awareness of a self with a name or history.

 

I think when finally opening my eyes again, I became aware of a throbbing pain in my head even though I was not aware yet what that might be. It was a time when there was no time, a space where there was no space. I had no memory of what was before that moment, no reason to know just the pure sensations of a baby.

 

When again I woke and felt the sensation of coldness on my face I apprehended I was staring at a picture of some sort, at first although there was an awareness of pain idly I wondered why it was lying on its side then recognized the other lines in my field of vision and that they were actually a wall. With this recognition it came from some dark place that what my eyes were gazing at was a wall. Recognizing the wall and with that the knowledge that this place was the front room of our house and that my face was resting so closely to its bare timber floor as to a mothers breast.

 

It was with a blur that even now I do not understand, and in which the realization of my position I rose to sit on the floor of our front room. Looking at the room it seemed to be in some disarray a coffee table on its side, books and magazines thrown about in odd positions.  From this point it took some little time before it came to me that I had fallen over and again became aware of the throbbing pain in my head and tongue.  I also ached all over, and with that I somehow managed to say something to my flatmate who helped me to bed. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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