These past few months have been nothing short of a whirlwind.
I struggle to find my footing in the sand as beads of sweat drip down my face. The sun is just coming up somewhere behind me as I trudge along. I’m frustrated.
At the dense fog that has been hanging around the past few days.
At the humidity that never seems to go away.
At my tired legs and body.
At my life.
I reach my stopping point when I hit the jetty. And as I turn around to trudge back, I am surprised to see that the fog has lifted. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it this clear before. Miles away, I can actually see the lighthouse glistening from where it is perched near the beach. As I begin to run back, I am suddenly reminded of what my coach once told me:
When things become difficult during your run/race, pick your head up and focus on something in the distance to pull yourself towards.