I am my best self when I am running slowly

Photo by Jenny Hill on Unsplash

I used to run lots of races. I was a constant presence in the back of the pack, running for myself, for time, for that good feeling of tired legs at the top of a long hill. When the race ran on trails, the first person to an obstacle would always call back behind them, “Rock!” or “Hole!” or whatever it was, so that no one else would be surprised by it and we could all reach the finish safely, at our paces, and fully…