Moving Forward

School is still a few weeks away but the summer feels like it's slipping through my fingers. Last summer I made a concerted effort to make no plans, take it easy. I did and it was good.

This summer I intended to do the same. But somehow, I've missed the boat. I'm not sure what the difference is.

Tonight, on what apparently was the hottest night of the training season so far, I watched as runner after runner in my training group passed me by. I felt as if this was the story of me lately. Trudging along, watching life pass me by.

Instead of enjoying the view, I was getting more and more depressed that, try as I might, I did not have it in me to catch them. Pretty soon I was on my own and, well, I just gave up. I finished the distance but I didn't do it well.

Life is a lot like this. When my focus is on the people around me, my life seems to get out of whack. Instead of enjoying my own pace, realizing my own limits and working with them, I think about how my life doesn't look like theirs.

My life is good...actually pretty great (and so much better than my running!). If I could just put on the blinders and forget about the other runners, I would be so much happier. I know because I've been able to do this with good luck in the past.

So I’m going to get myself in gear and get moving…forward, no matter the pace.