RUN LIKE THE WIND
I used to be a sprinter.
They’re the only medals for sports I ever got, and I got a lot of them.
I knew how to run.
And I loved it.
I think I did because the strategy internally resonated with who I am.
All I had to do was stay in my lane and run like the wind.
It was simple until I ran relay, then handoffs complicated things.
You had to be running fully focused straight ahead at top speed with your hand positioned behind you ready to grab the baton as soon as you felt it. If you started too quickly or left too late, if you looked behind you or didn’t have your hand open, there’s a good chance the handoff would be choppy or clumsy or cancelled. That baton could clink with defeat and you’d be on the ground.
It was a precise science of movement, timing and communication – beautiful to-the-millisecond choreography.
If you practiced, it’d be seamless. You’d crack through the air like a perfectly shot arrow.
It was one of the most powerful feelings in the world.
Time would stop.
The grandstands would blur out of focus.
The cheering and whistles would dull down to a muffled hum.
All you’d hear is your breath.
All you’d feel is your muscles pumping like pistons.
All you’d know is this sublime orchestration of your whole spirit doggedly driven by one vision – to run the race.
I believe the divine looks for the ones who practice and practice and practice.
The ones who hunger for their running shoes before the sun shakes awake and crack tired sweat towels into the night sky.
The ones who cut fresh red into their shoes and howl with anguish at another dropped baton.
The ones who pledge loyalty to the track, who refuse to put their feet up on their best time, who won’t relinquish their lane if they get lapped.
I believe the divine, when the time is ripe, hands the baton to those already running fully focused straight ahead at top speed with their hand positioned behind them ready to grab the baton as soon as they feel it.
The baton never goes into idle hands.
And since that’s true, the strategy remains simple.
Don’t look back.
Run like the wind.