Run Your Own Race—At Your
Own Pace
by Eileen McDargh
On Thanksgiving Day, dawn spills over Dana Point Harbor where thousands
of runners gather for the annual Turkey Trot. The largest holiday
race in California beckons folks of all ages, sizes, shapes, and
abilities. Waiting at the starting line for the 10-K, I talk to
a Dad and his 7 year- old daughter. Around me, I hear bravado talk
about marathons, triathlons, hard bodies and zippo fat content.
Thankfully, I spy silver haired folks with knee braces, a young
couple with babies in jogging strollers and runners decked in costumes
ranging from Santa Claus to Elvis Presley. Running in a gold polyester
jump suit, and pompadour wig while carrying a boom box blaring Elvis
tunes will be some trick. Me-I just want to finish.
The gun goes off and we all inch our way under the balloon arch.
Runners jostle for position, elbowing their way to break into stride.
Me-I just grin at the new day and feel righteous for having gotten
up and down to the event.
By mile two, my righteousness turns to dismay as the seven year-old
passes me by. Elvis has already made the turn way before me and
I am lagging behind a woman who must have 10 years and 20 pounds
on me. The sense of competitiveness heats up and so does my pace.
I forget that I already run two miles down to the Harbor and have
4.2 miles left to go. The runners around me set my pace.
Suddenly, as I make the turn, I am struck by a humbling sight. Facing
me, arms pumping runs a young man with one leg glittering in the
sun. The metal shank is attached to his thigh. A thin aluminum calf
leads to a metal foot curved like a rocker. He is oblivious to anyone
who passes him. He is running his own race at his own pace.
I slow down, take his lesson, and resume my 1-2-3-4 mantra. Lesson
learned, smack between the eyes. How many times do we let others
set the pace, ignoring our own goals, our abilities? How many times
do we judge our success or our failure by what others have done?
I finish despite the pain in my knee. Way behind the silver-haired
lady. Well behind the 7 year-old. Ahead of the sleek bodied teenager.
It doesn't matter. It is my race, at my pace. And it is a great
day for the race-the human race.
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Since 1980, Hall of Fame speaker Eileen McDargh has helped Fortune 100 companies as well as individuals create connections that count and conversations that matter. Her latest book is Gifts from the Mountain-Simple Truths for Life's Complexities. Her other books include Talk Ain't
Cheap...It's Priceless and Work for a Living and Still Be Free to Live, one of the first books to address the notion of balance and authentic work. A 59 year-old grandmother, she recently returned from climbing among the highest mountains in the world. Find out more about this compelling
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