Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast. ~ William Shakespeare
I was born three weeks late and I’ve been in a hurry ever since. I eat fast, talk fast, take short fast showers….and when I started running, I thought I had to run fast.
But running fast wasn’t just about my innate impatience. It also had a lot to do with a competitive spirit. (We’ve talked about that before)
Then I ran my second marathon at a nice, easy pace (because it was the only way I could) and I realized that slow was the way to go. Running is so much more enjoyable when you’re not breaking your neck and checking your watch.
I’ve been running with Cupcake Annie a lot more lately. We’re not setting any PR’s. But we get out to see the beauty of the morning. I carry my phone and snap photos along they way. We stop and sniff and investigate the world. Runs are adventures.
There is no real reason to hurry.
I will never go to the Olympics. I’ll never win a marathon. I’ll never break a 7 minute mile. But if I run slow and do my thing, I’ll keep running for many more years…running long trails and taking photos.