In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Re-springing Your Step.”
My last race was a Santa run in December. It was a 5k and nothing out of the ordinary ( or so I thought.)
You need to understand that I am a slow runner. I run for the pure enjoyment. I run to support the cause. When I cross a finish line, I automatically assume that I am the last to finish. I don’t expect to win “bling.”
On this race day, I finished, had my time registered, and went on my way to get my picture taken. I didn’t even stck around to hear who won in the various age groups. I was cold, tired, and needed to get into the warmth of the running store that sponsored the race.
A few days later, I decided to check the online results and was surprised to discover that I took a third place medal for my age group (64-69). This gave me a new-found confidence and a great sense of accomplishment. Now, whenever I feel discouraged and want to hang up the running shoes, I think back to that day and how it made me feel to become a “winner”.