Today’s post is about survival. It’s a parable about how, to me, running is so relatable to the struggles of everyday life.
Today I ran the worst race of my running life. I had no intentions of even signing up for this, because who runs a race at 7:30 in the morning on July 4 in Myrtle Beach? It’s never NOT going to blazing hot. However, I was given a free entry by a friend, and no real runner turns down a free entry to a race. I set my expectations to just 2 goals: don’t die, and cross the finish line.
Today I ran the worst race of my running life. I had no intentions of even signing up for this, because who runs a race at 7:30 in the morning on July 4 in Myrtle Beach? It’s never NOT going to blazing hot. However, I was given a free entry by a friend, and no real runner turns down a free entry to a race. I set my expectations to just 2 goals: don’t die, and cross the finish line.