Comparisons

A few days ago I received an invitation to attend an event for my graduate school. I read it and found myself doing something we all do from time to time. I compared myself and my life to others. I should say I was comparing my life to how I think others live. This is a useless thing to do and I understand that mentally. The problem is I have done this all of my life.

It's funny though, I do not compare my running to other people's running. Granted during marathon training I felt bad from time to time that I was almost always the last one back from the long run. However, I can't compare my running to anyone else's, nor should I be comparing my life to others.

I don't have the career in the non-profit world I thought I would have at this point. Yes, I am working on social responsibility within my company, and maybe that is what I am supposed to be doing at this point in life.

Running though, I know I will never win a race. I know I will never win an Olympic medal or set a world record, and I am 100% fine with that. So how come I am not content at times with other aspects of my life?

Don't get me wrong. I love working at Fleet Feet Sports. I have the time of my life. I just look at my graduate school peers, and I sometimes see something I am sure is not as good as I think it is.

Yes...I am rambling, but it was on my mind, and I wanted to share.

Charlie