WHO says LIFE IS A SPRINT? Noooo sirrrrrrs, it is definitely NOT. True, there were obvious outliers, LIKE I remember WHEN I was taking my own sweet time at the cozy airport lounge, totally forgetting that time was ticking off for the long-haul flight I was boarding. Whewwwww, I remember I was LIKE huffing and puffing even if I was going through the interconnected walkalators. BUT other than those outliers, I firmly stand on solid grounds that YES, LIFE IS NOT A SPRINT at all. WHY do we hear narratives of some folks falling flat on their face? You're 'spot on' dude, that folk must have been SPRINTING no lessπππ
Let's do a quick 'dice and drill' here. WHAT sets apart SPRINTS and MARATHONS? Simple, simple dude. With SPRINTS, it's akin to have all your cylinders in full throttle. Those times WHEN I was on a long-drive and I had to overtake a slew of vehicles, sometimes, 20-wheeler trucks all in one go. Those were times WHEN I had to give my 'all out'πππ
From an infusion perspective, there's a super-huge difference WHEN comparing SPRINTS and MARATHONs. WHEREAS in SPRINTS, you've got all your cylinders 'on fire', in MARATHONS, you've got to pace yourself, reserving your energy, your fuel for the long-haul. With that famous Boston Marathon, I've heard of marathoners WHO would breeze past throngs of runners only to find themselves 'eating dust' towards the last mile OR so. WHY? Simple. They DIDN'T pace themselves well enough OR if they did, their pacing was just totally way off the mark. Such narratives happen over and over again our life. Bright students in school WHO doggedly work right on Day-1 of classes only to falter towards that crucial 'last lap' because other competitive students reserved their energies for the last lap as wellπ₯π₯π₯





