Like Forrest Gump, I just started running one day.
I liked it enough that I decided to train for a half-marathon.
My coach said a beginning runner like me ought to incorporate walking breaks into my training plan.
But I was determined to run.
I ran as hard and as fast as I could. After each training session, I would stumble off the treadmill, not at all like that energetic Forrest Gump who trotted across the country. Rather, I was a jelly-limbed Gumby, panting like a thirsty mutt and quite possibly in need of an EMT – or at least a corner in which to curl up and whimper.
And my everyday life can look a bit like that, too. On the treadmill of life, I often run to the point of exhaustion.
I’m telling the rest of the story today over at the