Rarely do I pay special tribute to a female not named “Mom” or “Wifey.” This is one of those occasions.
Brenda was a childhood neighbor. She was sheltered. Lived in a home raised by religious zealots. Good kid. Real good kid.
It wasn’t often that she could come outside, but when she did…one thing was for certain. We would race. She was fast. I’m talking road runner fast! I can’t recall ever beating her – and I’m okay with that. She made me faster. She helped me establish a solid foundation of good health and discipline. Our races taught me the value of friendly competition.
I only saw Brenda once as a young adult – but after all these years she still manages to live on in my mind. Every time I run with a goal to be fast, guess who is two steps ahead of me? Brenda.
In my mind’s eye I travel time and space. I see and feel myself as a kid running down Martha St. with everything I’ve got. But, for whatever reason – I STILL can’t beat that 9 year old girl who manages to stay just out of reach. I’m okay with that.
THE CHALLENGE: Being YOUR best doesn’t necessarily mean being THE best. Be okay with that. Be okay with knowing the person you can’t quite beat is making you better every time you try. Identify a “road runner” in your realm of expertise and go race. RACE TO WIN EVEN IF YOU KNOW YOU WILL LOSE. You may thank them one day.