Making it to the Finish Line

I am probably one of the most non-athletic people you’ll probably ever know. It’s a bit disconcerting because my father was a star athlete and state champion boxer and he and my mom were the most amazing dancers you can imagine.  Unfortunately, both my brother and I lost out on that gene.

Not letting this lack stand in my way, the same year I decided I wanted to be an author I took up running. My goal was to run a ten minute mile.  It literally took me months to run that distance despite the fact that I was on the track five mornings a week.  Somehow, in my mind, the goal of selling a book and running that mile were akin in my mind.  I refused to give up and finally broke through the barrier.  Later I ran a number of 10 K runs, never finishing for any awards for time . . . but finishing.  For me that’s what life is about, making it to the finish line.