On the phone with my mom the night before the Marine Corps Marathon, she gave Kellie and me some wise words of advice that we carried with us through to the following day and perhaps the rest of our lives.
“Remember girls, this isn’t a race.”
“I’m pretty sure it is, actually…”
“No, it’s not a race, just do whatever. Who cares.”
“But it’s like in the name, it’s a RACE. Like that’s what they actually call it.”
“LISTEN, GIRLS, IT’S NOT A RACE, OK, DON’T PUSH YOURSELVES!”
So when you start feeling tense just before a run-with-a-bunch-of-other-people-around-you, remember: No matter what the —- organizers call it, it’s not a race.