A long time ago, I was in a co-ed high school. There was a big marathon type race coming up. I’m the slowest runner you’ve ever known. I’ve never run a 100 dash and come anything further than last. I can’t explain it.
Anyways, so I’m in this co-ed school. Hottie guy is a year ahead of me. I don’t want him to see me getting smashed at the marathon. Because me and my friend had come last at the trials a couple of months earlier. So I start training.
Everyday at around 5am, I get my Walkman, tune into FM 96 and I walk. Then I run for 2 seconds. Get puffed up. And walk. This goes on for a few months and my running capacity improves.
Come marathon day, I’m so excited because I know I can’t be last. My friend and I start. Then at some point, I realised I can keep going and she needs to pause. I break it to her. And I find that call, a hard call to take. She’s such a good friend to me. Was this our thing? Running together, albeit last? But I let her know that I need to go on. She understands. And I go on.
Not to win, but not to be last either.
Life feels like this sometimes. Making a call and moving on. If people opt to stay a part of your journey, all good. If they don’t, all good. My friend has been in my life for over 15 years now. She opted to stay. I think you’ve got to make the call. And let go.
Because those who love you the right way, will stick around. And it’s ok. Xx K