This morning, I caught myself sprinting—not toward a meeting or deadline, but toward my favorite reformer at Pilates.
It wasn’t about being late. It was about being first. Someone else who likes the same reformer had just parked, and instinctively, I rushed.
Why? Because the AC is over that spot, and it’s next to a wall—my non-working ear faces it, so the silence suits me. Logically, I know the workout would be the same anywhere in the room. But emotionally? I needed to win that micro-race.
It made me think: how often do we do this?
We weave through traffic just to stop at the same red light. We rush to checkout lines. We race—not because we have to, but because we feel like we must.
Most of us aren’t race car drivers or Olympic sprinters. So why do we move through the world like we are?
As I grow older, I’m starting to question the value of being first. Maybe it’s not about where you end up in line—but about showing up at all. And getting home safely.
That’s the real win.
Curious if anyone else feels this way—have you caught yourself racing for no real reason?
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