Speed
Whoosh ！
I sailed by person after person on the track.
Whoosh ！ Whoosh ！ Whoosh ！
I am a runner. Well， technically a jogger. I often run at the track near my home， most people on the track walking， therefore my speed， meager in running terms and faster than walking.
So it’s whoosh， whoosh， and whoosh as I pass the walkers over and over around the track.
My speed and endurance seem amazing to the walkers. Some will come and walk for an hour. I am running when they come and still running when they leave. I have whooshed by them twenty or more times.
I got several lessons in life today on the track.
As I circled the track with my long steady strides passing the walkers like lamp poles， I got to feel superior. I know you shouldn’t， you don’t have to tell me， but after the constant whooshing past far younger people， it goes to your head.
Then he came.
He was short， perhaps five feet three. He didn’t look like much of a runner. I saw him get out of the car and stretch as I whooshed by a couple holding hands.
He started running a few feet ahead of me.
He was fast. I sped up to keep up. At last， I had someone to pace myself against. After half a lap I was on his heels but my breath was coming harder and heavier. After the first lap I was gasping but still on his heels. After a lap and a half my feet started hurting.
I slowed up and got back to my pace. The pain in my feet went away. I could breathe again without sounding like having a lung disease. He sped away.
In a fairly short time， whoosh！ He went past me. Whoosh！ Whoosh！ Whoosh！
In life， there will always be those slower and faster. Some have natural ability， some have trained harder. For some， speed is simply their destiny.
The point is that we each have our own speed， and we often end up hurting ourselves and pushing ourselves to the point where the breath is knocked out of us because we are trying to keep up.