Last night I went to my Wednesday night running group. We warm up for 15 minutes, do some speed intervals for 15 minutes, and then cool down for 15 minutes. I am so sick of being the very slowest turtle out there. I am always last. Everyone else just floats by me. Many are in their 20s, 30s, and 40s, but at least a couple are around my age. So I practice my mantra and repeat: "No matter how slow you go, you are still lapping everyone on the couch". That helps, but at some point I really want to improve. I want to lap someone....anyone.
Then today a dog-trainer was complaining about his knees. Another volunteer, one with 2 artificial legs, who uses a wheelchair when training, stated that she had no sympathy. She is so right.
So next time I will mentally just:
and:
Maybe by next year, I'll get just a little bit faster. Meanwhile, I'll just keep turtle-ing along.
"Some days, even my lucky rocket ship underpants won't help."--- Calvin and Hobbs
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