to run.
part of me wants to slow down my pace, to drop back in the race to where i can run side-by-side with my friend. but father reminds me that this can’t be a solution: there will always be someone slower than me, maybe someone who’s dropped out of the race altogether, who’s offended by the fact that others are making progress and he is not: someone will always be offended at those who are running the race. it’s death to stop running, and someone else has already died for them, someone else is encouraging them to run their own race, and he’s a capable coach: i can trust my 