Never Mind Game

Sammy and Lillya, he from Kenya and she from Russia, won the Chicago marathon day before yesterday. Standing side by side in Sunday sun to receive their medallions-on-a-ribbon, they looked alike. Same height, same taut cheekbones, same stupified look part elation and part shock.

AND, each won for the SECOND time. How could they? I mean, seriously, HOW?

I know the only way to win, say in writing or golf, is to forgo what I want. if I want to write what people will read, I fail. If I want to hit a golf ball that lofts in a lookie-there! way, I don’t. I have lots of practice writing badly and not hitting golf balls, so I know this to be a fact.

So, how could Sammy and Lillya run just to run? How could they not WANT to win once they had done so once before?

How could they run just to run?

About Mrs. Fitz

Hello! I'm Michele Fitzpatrick, a Chicago writer. Like our town, a work in progress. As a journalist, teacher and writing coach I think all of us live our stories and sharing them creates moments that remind us we're connected. And that is enough.
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