Wednesday, July 4th marked my second anniversary as a runner.
I ran in the 2010 Peachtree Road Race on a borrowed number. Following that race, I started running regularly and have since completed multiple 5k and 10k races as well as two half marathons.
This year was the first year I failed to improve on my times from the prior year. I ran thirty seconds slower (46:13 finishing time) and finished nearly 200 people later in this year’s edition than last year.
Since being young, I think I’ve chased the need to be remarkable. I think nearly everyone does. In high school, we are told we need to stand out to attract the college admission we want. In college, we need to differentiate to gain access to the best job. After college, we do the same to try and gain promotions at work.
Outside of work, we compete for possessions and friends. My dedication to running the past two years probably was another attempt to find some aspect of my life to be exceptional.
In truth, I’m probably an average runner (despite my finishing times). More than ever though, I’m accepting being less than exceptional in the view of the world.
What I do at work will never cure the problems of our country, or the world. But for the people I work with, I can create contributions that help them be more successful and help our company find new success.
What I did as a soccer coach didn’t stand out. My teams weren’t anymore successful than any team we played against and they lost more than they won. But perhaps in the several seasons I coached I showed parents and children a great youth soccer experience.
With my own sons, I can’t claim to have created two great athletes. I have fostered a love of sport that for their ages is fairly deep and hopefully will endure (or will transfer to other arenas).
Success is relative to the goals you set. I’ve felt directionless lately in my health and fitness quest. While I’ve maintained my Paleo diet, I’ve cut back on running and missed a lot of weightlifting sessions since April 1st. In hindsight I know my goals have been foggy and without good definition.
I don’t know where I want my weightlifting and training to take me – but I need to figure it out to get back on track.