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A Page From The Winning Spirit

               A Page From The Winning Spirit


 

I have always believed that each of us has a personal theme song.  It speaks of who we are and where we've been , and perhaps more important, of who we may yet become and where the road may lead us.

For many years my personal theme song was "Tomorrow," from the Broadway play Annie.  I have always believed that if we can hold on for just one more day, there is always the possibility of change- the promise of reversal and the joy of renewal.  Such is the potential magic inherent in the promise of "Tomorrow."

And then, when my marathon adventures began, I found a second theme song.  It was "One Moment In Time," the mega-hit originally recorded by Whitney Houston.  From the first time I heard it, it seemed as though the chorus had been written just for me.

                Give me one moment in time
                When I'm more than I thought I could be
                When all of my dreams are a heartbeat away
                And the answers are all up to me.
                Give me one moment in time
                When I'm racing with destiny
                And in that one moment of time
                I will be - I will be free.

In every race that I run and every line that I cross there is for me that one Moment In Time - that winning moment of power and pleasure and grace.  It's not a snapshot moment to be filed in the recesses of memory.  It's a Technicolor moment of self-excedence and self-acceptance.  It's a living moment of resource and possibility. A veritable encyclopedia of self-knowledge, a reference point from which to create and re-create that winning moment in all areas of my life.

And so, each year, I continue to cross the finish line.  With head thrown back and right arm raised in victory, I shout "Yes" to the morning sky.  It is one of the smallest words in the English language but also one of the largest.  It is a word of infinite power and possibility.

There is a poster scotch-taped to my bedroom wall.  It is the last thing I see before falling asleep and the first thing I see on rising.  It is a picture of a nameless, faceless runner on what appears to be an endless road.

The sentiment inscribed on the poster is as follows:

                       The race belongs not only to
                             the swift and strong-
                    but to those who keep on running.

                              Words To Live By.....

 






 

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