I love to see him run, full out, when he gets a wild hair and does laps around the yard.
Every part of his being is in this run, and it’s a joy to watch, especially when he leaps. He must think he’s a race horse jumping hurdles. Or Michael Jordan defying gravity on his way to a lay up. It’s just amazing to watch him soar through the air, fly, and then land without missing his momentum — around again, and again, until he stops and throws himself on the ground at my feet, spent.
I should embrace my own projects with the same singular commitment to run — run hard — until I’m spent. And then allow myself to rest a bit before getting up and doing it again.
I need endurance. Perseverance. Steadfastness.