I ran a 5K this past weekend. My third ever, if you count the Dirty Dash I ran the previous weekend (not sure it counts, as there wasn’t so much running involved—more just playing in the mud). And as much as I’d like to say I run fast and hard and have great endurance, I don’t. My time is never what others would consider great.
But the thing is, how fast I make it across that finish line is not what it’s about for me. In fact, I’m not sure I even care about crossing the finish line.
For me it’s about putting on my shoes and trying. Because if I never put on my running shoes, never step onto the track, never huff and puff and work through the hard parts—then I will absolutely never make it to the end.
Tomorrow it won’t matter who won the race, or who came in last, or who didn’t go the distance. What will matter is who had the courage to step onto the track in the first place, and where we ended up when the race was over.
Are you brave enough to jump into the race?