You ever get that feeling were life is nothing but a huge marathon and you’re not really running to win?
I don’t mean that in a pessimistic way, I’m actually quite positive about it. The longer I keep running the more you realize it’s not that bad, even though there are those time where the guy next to you bumps into you and he’s all nasty and sweaty. (you know they guy thats covered in hair and seems to have just taken a bath in baby oil and salt)
I think the best way to keep it from becoming a rat race is to keep it steady and hold a pace. Don’t panic at the next hill and keep things on a level balance. I wish it was always as easy as I just made it sound, but it seems like a good plan.