Speed doesn’t matter when you’ve got a headband on.
Tuesday, July 22nd, 2008Day 54.
It’s not how fast you get where you’re going, it’s just that you get there.
That’s the new plan. The new creed. The new motto. The new thing I tell myself so I’m not embarrassed about finishing last in the Bill Seymour. I’m keeping time on my runs only so I know how long I’m running and to see the pace I’m keeping for different distances.
Today I ran four and a half miles. I took me close to 50 minutes. I ran to the end of the trail on the east side, to Cherry Street.
On the last block before Cherry, a lady runner came at me going the other direction. By the time I made the turnaround, she was a block ahead of me. By the time I hit Pier Park again, she was way ahead of me. I didn’t see her again.
That was fine. She was probably starting her run, and I was half-way done with mine. She had more energy. I can go on with more excuses, but I won’t.
When I hit Suck’s Lake I was avoiding goose poop and angry geese, swatting mosquitoes and breathing heavy when another runner went by me. He looked like he was running a fairly comfortable, slow, barely-moving pace as he passed me like I was standing still.
And that’s when I realized speed means nothing.
Hopefully, looks mean even less. I was also sporting a Jim McMahon-style headband as I ran today. Melissa says I look rediculous, but it kept the sweat from burning my eyes, so I could care less.
I’ll do the Super Bowl Shuffle all the way down the trail.
(Sorry about the video not showing the headband, but it’s the best I can do.)
