Tuesday, June 9, 2009

The Marathon

I have often thought about recovery as a race. Its a race against time. Its a race against my own emotions. Its a race against opponents I can't see and don't understand. Mostly, its a race against myself.

I want to win! And I would like to win NOW!

Sometimes, I get in my mind if I just run fast enough, I will get done quicker. I will push extra hard, sprint to the end. Only the end is not as close as I would like it to be, and I exhaust myself (and everyone around me). I get a glimpse of the finish line, and I want to be there, but its still a long ways off.

I am running a marathon. I can't sprint my way through it. I need to be patient. I need to work and push hard, and I also need to take long strides. Otherwise, I will never finish. I am in this for the long-haul, and that means sometimes I have to slow down... even when it is painfully hard to do so.

I will win! I won't give up, and I still can't sprint to the finish line.

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