Long after the crowd had left and the cameras had moved, a lone runner entered the stadium to complete the 26-mile-long marathon in the 1968 Mexico City Olympics. Injured earlier in the race during a fall, he stumbled along, more than an hour after the others had finished. Hurling himself to the finish line, John Stephen Akhwari of Tanzania finished dead last. But before you judge him as a loser, take careful heed of the words he uttered when asked why he did not quit earlier when he had been injured. “my country did not send me 7,000 miles to start the race. They sent me 7,000 miles to finish it”
With the start of a new month some of you are using today to set the tone for a new journey. We all take on our own personal marathons – that word alone can be intimidating yet if you live today to its fullest and are truly present and mindful of each minute in it, the finish line is closer than you think. After all if we get too far ahead of ourselves we may fail to see that we have actually crossed the finish line.
Whether we walk or run to our finish line, don’t wait until after you cross it to celebrate – remember to celebrate the small steps to success along the way –
Sometimes “one day at a time” is “one step at a time” .