The inspiration… of a teaspoon of honey.
One of the golden rules of running a relay is that you never look behind you for an outstretched baton… but I’ve found that some things being exchanged are just too precious to not visually confirm. Besides, if you’re fast enough… it won’t matter… you’ll make up for it on the back straight anyway.
Man, I could’ve sworn I was bigger. I’ve been a smidge under 5’11” my whole adult life. But, on my mom’s 80th birthday, at 8:35am on a cold Sunday this past January 7th… I couldn’t find 5’9”. Hell, maybe I’ve just been trying to out reach my nature this whole time. Wouldn’t surprise me. I’ve done it my whole life… tried to swing above my weight class. Not because I could… but because someone made me believe I could. I mean REALLY believe. And maybe when life’s linebackers see a believer coming their way… they lose a bit of belief in themselves.
You know… some men are petrified of someday turning into their dads, and others just dream… of someday… doing just that.