I'm pretty certain it was about that time I decided I was not going to do track, cross country (across the whole country??), or anything that involved straight up running. I commend people who do it. I like to cheer on my cousins who do marathons and have been in lots of races, even on Thanksgiving, while the rest of us are already eating our first bird.
I'm not much for running. I like to walk fast. That's my tagline. Sometimes I'll jog, if it's for a short distance. Like up and down this long street that always helps remind me a) yes, it's a long street b) unless there's a purpose, like chasing tennis balls, I don't usually run.
I still have a lot to learn about choosing carefully my sprints in real life. I know myself well enough to know I'm a sprints kind of girl. I dive in heavy, go full swing, and try to make the most of situations.
But amidst the good in capturing energy and running with it, life can easily turn into a speed chase when you didn't need it to be. A sprint is only good in a sprints race (insert real running terminology here).
Life is not a sprint. I'll say it again in case you were rushing to grab the eraser..life isn't a sprint. Give yourself room to catch the scenery.
*Linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker and others for Five Minute Friday fun. This was longer than five minutes, but writing is one way I'm giving myself more t i m e these days. I hope you can find some ways to do that, too.
This post is part of The Nester's 31 Day Challenge. Check out the other posts in the series here.