I’ve received a few emails asking how the run went. So let me tell you; it was not. fun. Not at all. Despite my honest intention to be all mellow and happy no matter how slowly I ran, I found myself getting grumpier and grumpier each time I was passed by a faster runner. Since I made the error of starting too far up the pack, I was passed roughly 5000 times…and no, I’m not kidding. The half-marathon has a partner 10 miler that started 7 minutes after us. So at a certain point on the course, I was no longer being passed by people in my race, but by speedy people from the second. It did not improve my mood.
- I am still way too competitive about things that do not matter.
- That life would be a whole lot easier if I didn’t push, push, push all the time.
- All you can do is the best you can do.
- The people who love you, love you even when you are hot, sweaty, slow and grumpy.
- Everybody needs a recovery day.
See? See how mature and spiritually awesome I am going to be, once I really get those lessons through my thick, stubborn head? You just wait until next year. I’m going to run that race with a totally better attitude. I am going to have patience. I am going to have compassion for myself. I am going to have a whole new set of goals…and you can bet your sweet bippy, I’m going to have my ipod.