Fire

Had a moment of relief and elation on my run. I pulled out my phone and saw a text from an old boss/mentor. He had sent a pic of the letter I wrote twenty years ago thanking him for accepting me as a intern at his bakery.

It reminded me off all the years pushing myself and my staff to do better—not in a autocratic way, but in a “hey, we did good yesterday, let’s see if we can do even better today.” Aiming a little higher than you think is possible, because even failing to meet that is doing well.

So around mile 3, I decided that if I was under a certain pace at a fork in the road, I’d go left, adding some extra miles and hills.

It’s been a few years of being complacent. The world seems to have decided being mid is just fine. Hopefully with a little careful stoking, the embers that used to be fire in my belly can reignite.