“Slow down”, my body screamed five weeks back. “I cannot keep up.” But I refused to listen, and had my legs give way under me. I was lucky it was just my legs that gave way- nothing that fluids, salts and sugar couldn’t heal.
Yesterday, a man was not so lucky. He pushed himself, collapsed at the finish line and breathed his last in an ambulance.Yes, it is good to push yourself, necessary even. But sometimes you have to listen to that voice in your head. Slowing down just means you are slowing down. It doesn’t mean you quit.
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