The older I get. The more I think about the following: It doesn’t matter what you have done in the past. But what you keep doing consistently that counts.
After 3 years off the track. I'm back again. I decided that this year I will resurrect my running habit.
However, despite my long history of jogging - I've been running for more than 15 years till I stopped 3 years ago. I'm no better than a novice on the road.
But my stupid ego didn't want to admit that.
Two weeks ago I decided that I'll do a 5k just like that - no warm-up, no extra preparation, no light run a couple of days prior. And to make it even worse, I started the race from the front positions - with the top runners. With the guys and girls who are doing this every week - some even every day - without a pause.
The outcome? Well, I finished. But I was barely able to move for the first few days after the race. Plus, as a bonus, I got a really nasty cough that lasted for 2 weeks because I was gasping for air like a fish out of water through the whole race.
My previous "experience" didn't mean sh*t. Plainly, I was unprepared.
But probably the worst thing of all is that I was focused on the outcome instead on the process.
I was more focused on finishing the race. Not focused on the process of running.
Yet, this did help in some strange way.
What this event helped me remember is how much I love running.
Running is probably the best activity one can involve himself because it's a reminder that good things take time. There is no magic. There is no shortcut. There is no hack when you are setting one foot in front of the other.
It's not even you against the others.
It's you against you.
The more you run. The more you are capable of running the next time.
But the real lesson here is that you should never stop. Just like life. It's a never-ending process. Well, at least, if you want to reach a place you've never been before.
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