Passion

Waking up in my own bed after an 11 day European journey is a sweet pleasure. I’ve just spent 11 days teaching my young son about passion and embodying passion to him.

I took on my second (of six total) World Major Marathon – the Berlin Marathon. It was a beautiful day and an amazing race! I felt wonderful and strong. While it wasn’t my absolute best time, it was my best time in the last three years and reflected my renewed investment in my own passion. It was also the first time my son was present to see me take on such an incredible feat and to understand the reward of sacrifice and discipline, and important lesson for a child growing up in our microwave immediate gratification society.

At 9 years old, my son is deeply passionate about cars – particularly rare, exotic, multimillion dollar cars. For him, they are chariots of his passion for speed and structure. They transport him from his slow paced everyday world to a mythical land where scenery glides by in the wake of a v12 roar and on the wings of a carbon fiber spoiler.

At this place in my own life, I’m unfolding many aspects of my identity, and most presently I am a runner. Even as challenges sometimes spring up into my life, I am committed to my relationship with running: finding the time to run, maintaining motivation to run long distances, fueling the energy and drive to run rarely wanes. I am passionate about running. I read about it, I talk about it, I watch videos about it, I cheer others on, and take pride in their victories as wholeheartedly as I would my own.

Pursuing this passion is its own handsome reward. Of course, I stay fit, I work to stay healthy and injury free, it keeps my mind sharp, I travel to do it, I coach others in doing it, and it provides me with endless goals and motivation. My surrender to this passion makes me feel more of who I am – more me – but also helps me create more of who I am. I get to define this passion and how I want to pursue it, what I’m willing to do for it, and what I want it to do for me.

I imagine this is how people describe their dream jobs – constantly on and in their mind, but not a nagging presence, a rewarding one.

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