One summer, several years ago, a group of us met after work for an early evening run. My friend, Steve, led the way; we obediently followed. I don’t recall our exact route but remember running along Main Street before turning onto Dunbar Hill Road and Mountain Road. A pattern quickly emerged and we were quick to complain. We were hot and sweaty, getting hotter and sweatier with every hill we pulled ourselves up.
“Another hill!” one of us would exclaim. I’m sure I followed up with a couple of four letter words.
“It’s not a hill, it’s an opportunity,” Steve shot back at us.
This banter continued throughout our entire run, which probably lasted at least an hour and a half. We’d complain about the hills, Steve would remind us it was an opportunity, we’d thank him, in unison. We joked about our mantra for days.
I’m not sure what made me think of this recently but it was in relation to something else going on in my life. Another challenge that seemed like a hill too steep to surmount. No, an opportunity. Like those hills, I’ll run up, catch my breath on the downside, steel myself and run back up the next one. At the top I’ll look around and see the opportunity. Thanks, Steve.