The runner was me.
I hadnt even worked my way back to three miles yet.
By far the race that stuck with me the most was the womens 5,000 metersthe 5K.
This was a distance I ran frequently, so I had some context for what they were doing.
But these women ran a 5K in under 15 minutesthat means they were nearly three-times faster than me.
They looked so powerful.
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How in the holy hell could anyone do that?
But then, I realized to my surprise, I wasnt envious.
No, I didnt need to get faster.
No, I didnt need to train.
I just needed to run.
I thought back to my run along the river the previous day.
I had gone less distance in so much more time than the pro athletes crushing the 5K.
Thats thejoy of a hobby, I suppose.
The enjoyment is the achievement.
Now, I know I can appreciate that, without needing to feel bad about my own sport.
In fact, I feel even better.
I hope I can always keep that appreciation for athletes.
Theyll do them, and Ill do me.
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