“Now don’t you wish you’d run a few more races”, a friend
asked me. “Then you wouldn’t mind having fallen sick before the Mumbai
Marathon.”
“I don’t mind”, I assured her. “Races don’t matter too much.”
She wasn’t convinced, and for awhile I too wondered if that
was just my way of consoling myself for missing a big race.
Yes, I trained hard for this. Yes, I struggled to fit those
long runs in. No, it was not easy. But at the end of the day, I run because I
love running. And I can run. That’s what is important.______
A Drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.
Also see, "I Run"
3 comments:
A nice way to remember what's ultimately important--why we really do the things we do...because we love them!
What a blessing to able to run....me? I walk!! My 84 year old mother reminds me all the time to keep moving! She said that is the secret...so I do!
Be well
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SUeAnn
Natasha - I love your way of looking at life and what's more, I admire it. Running means a lot to you - not being in races. And you can still run. What a lovely attitude!
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