When I was younger I wasn’t a very fast kid. It always seemed I was trying to catch up to my friends when we were running around and playing. I would try hard ~ really hard:) I was competitive. Not in a bad way, I just wanted to win and love the challenge winning brings. There is excitement in those small victories.
As I had pointed out in a previous post I was born with my hips dislocated and was in a body cast for a while to set things straight. It took a little while to get things going, so-to-speak. In fifth grade I lived in Victoria, TX. It’s funny the moments in life you remember. I had a childhood friend, and she was always faster than me. She was speedy. Every day in P.E. she would beat me. Every day. The P.E. teacher would line us up on the parking lot pavement. Usually about five rows of kids to race about 50 yards or so. I hated it. You remember those days, don’t you? Try to line yourself up with someone you could beat, move to the back of the line, heart pounding as you step up to the line waiting for your turn. 3…2…1 GO! Tear out of there like your parents were chasing you with the belt. You remember don’t you:)
I would avoid my friend like the plague. Then with that gleam in her eye, she would change her spot in line, so we could be together. Sigh. Another day racing, another day beaten. This went on for quite a while, but I kept trying and trying. Determined I would prevail. Then one day…with perseverance…
I beat her and I was changed. It was possible.
May your passion drive you to your own successes.