I was watching the French Open and you see the notes about the favorites, or top players, who did not advance. It's a reminder that failing, or not reaching goals, happens to everyone. And my running is my fun past time. It is not my livelihood, it is not my job, it is not, to be honest, my full identity.
Those players will grieve, be mad, be sad, be frustrated and a number of other emotions that I also am, but they will also show up again and play again.
I am not ready to show up again, but I probably will.
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