If It Was Easy, Everyone Would Do It
Superman is not a real hero. You are!
"If it was easy, everyone would do it," said the officer as I turned a corner in mile four. The runners passed him thirty minutes earlier. The joggers were long gone, too. Walkers, like myself, were making a slow and steady, step by step trod through the inaugural Tustin Hangar Half Marathon.
His words were meant as sincere encouragement to folks he presumed could use themand I received them as intended, "That's very kind of you." There was no way for him to know I was delighted, joyful and empowered by my pace
The Two Step Process to Uncover Your Passion
Every action we take to cut down on pollution, to curb excess carbon emissions preserves the diversity, beauty and ecological well-being of our planet. I'd love it if there were a true Superman who could speedily fly counterclockwise to our earth's spin, reversing time and giving us a second chance to get ahead of the climate change we're experiencing. (Note: Whether we are in multi-millennial natural pattern or a human-created change, lessening our part is all good.) A superhero move available to each of us is replacing a single short car trip a week with a walk or bike ride.
I Want to Belong
I can save you from reading twenty books on finding your purpose and thousands of dollars on coaching.
Yesterday I squeezed in a forty minute walk between a teaching commitment and a family one, while talking to my oldest, eldest BFF. I was so proud of myself. I've found something I love.
My BFF's response, "Oh yeah. You love to belong."
"What? Belong? I'm not a belonger!" To say someone wants to belong is like saying they suffer from insecurity. I'm not saying I'm immune to insecurity, I just didn't see what it had to do with my commitment to officially register my commitment to complete 100 half-marathons by joining the club of the same name.
Sticky Gray Goo or Ray of Sunshine?
In every race there's someone who mostly jogs with some walking who shares the same overall pace as myself. They jog a ways and then start walking. Then, as I approach from behind, they get their jog back on to stay ahead.
Races are relative. There's no ultimate slow or ultimate fast. Unless you're competing at the level of top three finishers by sex, your time is relatively faster than and relatively slower than other finishers. We all pick a person or group to be relatively faster than at some point during the race. Often, the choice is an entirely superficial, even prejudicial assessment of relative experience, age, condition, shape or gear.
Roscoe - The Reservoir Dog of Love
One of them, the tall handsome one, says in a deep voice, "How's it going?" His friendliness shakes off the sticky gray goo energy from alarm girl. Rays of soul sunshine clear my aura and set me back to right as rain.
"It's Gonna Finish Like It Started"
Fitting in a walk is as simple as looking around for a good place to park. This tiny one block square park in Signal Hill was perfect for a few laps. What a privilege it was to choose this park in time to witness Roscoe's companion/owner's generosity. He didn't have to let a young man take over fetch and return time at the park. Nor did he have to let Roscoe tickle the soul of a young girl for a good ten minutes.
A relative of mine is quite the colorful character. He’s the kinda guy who might say “I’ll cut you” if you piss him off and then within a minute make a joke about the entire affair and leave you in stitches with an incorrect but hilarious retelling of the moment. The retelling will inevitably cast him as more intelligent and handsome. I overheard him say “Damn, how’d you get so handsome?” while looking in a mirror on more than a few occasions.
“It’s gonna finish like it started,” is another of his oft-repeated oldies but goodies.