It’s not about how fast a person finishes a race, but that the race is finished, and sometimes, just sometimes, the ending results might be a surprise…
Over the summer I decided that I would do something I always wanted to do, but never had the courage to commit to. I wanted to run a 5K. It started as a this-is-what-I-want-to-do-and-hope-I find-the-time-to-do-it to a this-is-going-to-happen-no-matter-what. The change happened gradually.
At first I trained when I could, but then I had to put the money where my mouth was and actually set a date to run a race (thanks to the gentle but firm prompting from my friend and racing cheerleader Denise Wyatt). And so I did… August 8th.
Unfortunately we live in a world ruled by expectations. By age one we are expected to be talking. By first grade we have to be reading. By twenty we have to be studying hard at college or join the military or have some other career path set before us. By early twenties (late twenties at latest) we must have our lives figured out and working diligently to make it happen. But rarely do these expectations actually ever happen the way other people think they should, or even we think they should. Life likes to throw curve balls, or worse, we just don’t dance to the beat of the what-is-expected drum.