17 years ago today, I nearly ran myself to death. Literally.
“Wait, am I dying? From running?” I would way rather die from playing hockey.
I had trained well, but made a costly decision near the start of the race.
Rather than running with my pack of friends, I broke away to lead the charge. I was running fast, and it felt good. Well, at least for 12 miles. Stupid pride.
What I really needed, was someone to tell me to slow down, stop for water, enjoy the scenery and finish together.
Leadership doesn’t always happen from the front. It might actually be best experienced when side-by-side. I’m still learning that. (140 words)