Running or winning or …both?

I’ve recently read somewhere the UBUNTU legend and I felt like sharing it with you:

An anthropologist proposed a game to children in an African tribe. He put a basket full of fruit near a tree and told the kids that whoever got there first won the sweet fruits.
When he told them to run they all took each other’s hands and ran together, then sat together enjoying their treats. When he asked them why they had run like that as one could have had all the fruits for himself, they said: “UBUNTU, how can one of us be happy if all the other ones are sad”?

I was thinking about it because I have my first 10k race for this year on Saturday… starts here:

Do I want to win?
No, not only, I have this gigantic urge to win, not just to win a medal, not just to win but to pulverize the other competitors into the space and let the aliens take their bodies and worship them as gods!
I actually already know I am not going to because I saw in the list of participants, the name of the 22 years old professional runner that is always showing me her back in races… lovely one I have to admit, but for once I’d love to show her mine too, some say is lovely too!!!

But maybe her car breaks down on the way… I hope!!!
Now please stop, stop all blaming me for thinking like this, is not entirely my fault!!!
Actually everything started when I was around 6, wasn’t it, when I was put in this school building together with another bunch of creative, fun, energetic little creatures like me, and they started to teach us to be quiet, stand in a straight line, and sit still, and they were giving us grades and taught us to compete! Happiness— I don’t think they’ve heard the word; they were preparing us for SUCCES!!!
And actually it felt easy then, I was almost always first and I liked it, I was rewarded, I was trained into this alpha winning bitch ready to conquer the world!
But sometimes I have to agree I did not want to keep pace because I was hearing a totally different tune and a totally different drummer.

But after I achieved in life almost everything that can be achieve and to be qualified (for me at least) as successful, what is there left, they did not teach me that!!!

So I had to learn on my own that life is not a competition but life is a journey, and an opportunity, and you are not succesfull because everyone else fails but satisfaction always comes from knowing you did the best of which you are capable, because:
There is enough for everyone,
There is enough joy,
There is enough happiness,
There is enough energy (more you use more you get),
There is enough good, there is enough love, there is enough more than enough, of everything we need in life!

Do I still want to win Saturday; of course because that is a race, and I will put in my best effort for that, but the big joy does not come from that, the big joy is in the process, when I feel the wind through my hair, brushing away in the cadence of my stride, the sense of achievement when I cross the finish line, and the feeling of winning over myself!
Keep you updated!