My drive in this morning was slow and deliberate. The snow and ice coupled with my severely diminished tire tread have allocated me to the slow lane, driving with my hazards on at 20 miles per hour. This all seems very familiar to me. No, no, not another post-snow storm drive in. But, rather, very similar to a whole other event .
Then, it comes to me. This reminds me of the time I walked a half marathon about three years ago. There, too, I started out all by myself. You see, I did the marathon as a walker. All walkers are given a 30 minute head-start. Just like today where I was the only one out on the road, at least at first.
Then, during the half marathon, the flow of other runners began, and continued for quite a while as 6000 other registered participants proceeded to pass me on the left. This is just like now, all the other drivers continue to pass me on the left. Then, I persevered and, here and now I persevere. The half marathon took me three hours and 17 minutes. My drive in this morning took me one hour and 30 minutes.
There was nobody waiting at my finish line today to give me a medal on a bright yellow ribbon. My boss, however, did pop in to thank me for making the trek. I appreciated his appreciation. My finish line medal today? Words of recognition.