In Principio

It's a race!!!

I've been running for so long that minutes don't matter much. 

So I entered the race, but found myself winded in just a few, shaming the time I had spent so long training.

And my legs got tired, my soles got worn, my feet dragged across the sticky tar until I had to stop and gasp for air.

But the other runners behind me just shoved their way past, ruthlessly rushing along the never ending track.

So I had to keep up to keep going, and every time I looked in front of me to see the red ribbon marking the end, I felt a tug of disappointment because every time, it was never there. 

I lost my motivation eventually, but then I saw other runners, on the other side, off the path, running backwards with smiles and no signs of weariness.

And they all seemed to disappear, as if they could finish the race faster than me!

But I didn't join them because I had to beat the runners that were pressing against me.

And then when I reached a little pit stop, just a place to refuel and recharge, and I asked the lady how much was left, I yelled:

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVEN'T EVEN COMPLETED A QUARTER MILE.

Well, guess I should've joined the runners on the grass!