This was good to hear. My start from running was being in track and cross country in high school. I was the slowest person on varsity and on the relay team. It can be hard to get out of that mindset that being runner has to mean meeting X goal and to accept that I'll never be the fastest runner. But that doesn't need to be my goal.
I'm happy to see there's such a growing push to make exercise less performance oriented and goal focused. Hopefully this will trickle down to school sports.
These are words to live by and thank you. I volunteer a lot at races with my running club and it’s always interesting to watch the faces of people who are finished and getting their medals - some of the fastest are often upset because their predicted time wasn’t a reality. As the times decrease you start to see the real joy - people who just went and did the best they could and were so proud. First timers. Older runners. Unfit runners. I live for those people, just as much as hundreds of people clapped me on as I finished my Berlin Marathon last fall - squarely in the middle of the pack, slow as hell and totally proud of myself.
We all “fail” but you have to fail happy! I also wonder who that lucky friend was that you called 😉😘
This was good to hear. My start from running was being in track and cross country in high school. I was the slowest person on varsity and on the relay team. It can be hard to get out of that mindset that being runner has to mean meeting X goal and to accept that I'll never be the fastest runner. But that doesn't need to be my goal.
I'm happy to see there's such a growing push to make exercise less performance oriented and goal focused. Hopefully this will trickle down to school sports.
These are words to live by and thank you. I volunteer a lot at races with my running club and it’s always interesting to watch the faces of people who are finished and getting their medals - some of the fastest are often upset because their predicted time wasn’t a reality. As the times decrease you start to see the real joy - people who just went and did the best they could and were so proud. First timers. Older runners. Unfit runners. I live for those people, just as much as hundreds of people clapped me on as I finished my Berlin Marathon last fall - squarely in the middle of the pack, slow as hell and totally proud of myself.