The Runner

When I was a kid, I refused to accept that I was a slow runner – despite never once winning a race.

Blaming the track, I started running on grass.

When it was clear that there wasn’t an issue with the terrain, I assumed that my sneakers were the culprit.

Convinced my Adidas were slowing me down, I exchanged them for a pair of Nikes.

When the Nikes didn’t provide speed, I started running barefoot.

Nothing helped.

Eventually, I ran out of excuses and just accepted the fact that I was a painfully slow runner.

Then I began pursuing other interests.

Eventually, I discovered writing.

The funny thing about life is that it often takes acknowledging our shortcomings to unearth our strengths.

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