Love is understanding that we’re human, and realizing that it means everything and nothing at the same time.
Everyone knows that being human means making mistakes. Lots of them. But when does making mistakes not matter?
I’ve been battling a heinous cold for two weeks, but I never let that get in the way of my work or my vacation. But I did let it keep me from running, which is a horrible mistake since I’ll be running a half marathon in one week. So, after a weekend of nothing but bouncing from the bed, to the couch and back to the bed, I decided to try to walk/run around the neighborhood this afternoon. I walked for a minute or so and felt strong enough to run, so I took off. For almost four miles.
I couldn’t believe it. Four miles? Four strong miles with several hills and impaired breathing? After two weeks of [virtually] no running? Yep. Then I remembered one of the basic tenets of running: The human body can actually do much more than you think it’s capable of. It’s really more of a mental game than a physical one.
I may be human, but during today’s run, it didn’t matter.
