So I've been running in the mornings with a group of runners training for the Marine Corps Marathon. These folks run twice a week and a long run on Saturdays. I generally just do the two weekday runs as the weekend runs are like 16 miles.
So this morning the run was 4 miles. Not such a big thing, but the runners (about a dozen of them) took off like their hair was on fire. I kept up for like a minute. And then I spent the rest of the run getting farther and farther away from them. Although, to my defense, the stop lights on the Mall didn't help.
So I got to giving myself a pep talk about mile 2.5.... In life, you can either be the fastest of the slow people, or the slowest of the fast people.
Take your pick.
Men...are masters of their fates;
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves...
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