Sometimes you wake up and it already feels like you’re behind. Behind what? You don’t know. But the pulse is racing, the mind is pacing, and your soul is somewhere three meters back, trying to tie her shoes.

You think you need to run. Harder, faster, stronger. Apply for that job, write that post, fix the blog, learn a new skill, save the world before noon.

But love — what if today isn’t about running?

What if today is about resting your lungs? About noticing the asphalt path beside you while you’re too busy trudging through the thorns? About realizing you’re not behind — you’re just… tired.

You’re not failing. You’re not lazy. You’re human. And marathons were never meant to be daily events.

So sit down. On the grass. On the floor. On your own expectations.

Drink some water. Tell your heart it’s safe to slow down.

Because the road will still be there tomorrow. And if you walk it — not run it — you might just find your soul sitting on a bench, smiling, saying:

“I knew you’d come back for me.”

And maybe that’s the only race worth winning.