Watched Charlottesville marathon runners in their twenty-first mile course down Woolen Mills Road Saturday. I try to avoid sport similies, metaphors and analogies, they are verbal shorthand, they cheapen speech. (I’ve recently received a lot of schooling on the Creed of Golf so I have little appetite for hearing sports=life.)
I admire the grit of marathon runners, their persistence. One foot in front of the other. To the end.
life is like that