3000 – Paced 2k at 5:40. 1000 – Place: 1st, Time: 2:35 (PR)
Racing is fun, cheering is also fun. I paced Karissa, Shelby, and Colleen to new personal bests, and Karissa took the win for a new American Record in the 3000m. Top that with the Olympic marathon trials today, I’m emotional and inspired and the weekend isn’t even over yet.
Here’s the 3000.
And this is the 1k I ran the next day.
Place: 2nd, Time: 8:46 (PR)
PBs are never easy, but they are a bit less tough when @karissaschweiz4 takes the group through more than half, with even splits. Hugs for the one who sets the pace!
Here’s a video of the race.
It is not upon you to finish the work; neither are you free to abstain from it.
I love this quote. I used to keep it pasted on my laptop screensaver. The internet tells me it comes from a section of the Talmud, in a commentary on Micah 6:8, about doing God’s work.
Maybe it’s a weird one to link to personal performance or athletics. Because isn’t the whole point to finish the job? But I find it particularly applicable when I’m anxious about how far I am from the end product, or dealing with a small setback.
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I’ve also seen it used in relation to activism. When the enormity of the goal gets overwhelming, it’s a reminder that there is power, and duty, in small daily acts.
And what does the Lord require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy
and to walk humbly with your God. – Micah 6:8
Happy MLK weekend 🙏🏼🙏🏼
Photo by @talbotcox
We’re coming around the back curve about halfway through a hard workout. And the doubts are starting to pop up. Then one of the guys gets right in our sightline and yells encouragement. It’s in that forceful way, that snaps me out of the pity and makes me listen, and know that they care and believe we can keep at it. And suddenly all I can think about is how freaking thankful I am for that person at that moment. That was @evanjager today.
No one was there to take a photo. So this is an old one by Jordan Beckett.
I read this poem today, and it made me think of my team and my friends, and that made me smile.
Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable.
I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours.
Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing.
If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.
– Mary Oliver
Photo from @talbotcox