There is a report on the news this
evening of a Marathoner who ran twenty miles, caught a bus, hid out until
the lead runners passed and then got back on the course to finish
third in the event. It's not the first time this has happened but
right now I only have pity for the fool.
Prevailing through adversity requires
strength, some find it in faith, others in family/friends, perhaps one's
own internal makeup, work, and yes though running.
It's no surprise that running has be one of the important elements in how I am dealing with my ordeal. I am a beneficiary to the power of running, and now, as I cut back
my expectations each run somehow becomes sweeter, an affirmation that still I am. So how pathetic is it that that this Marathoner totally
missed the point, it's not about winning (although that is pretty
sweet), it's about the journey.
Ninety Eight Bottles of Beer on the
Wall.
Mike
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