Why bother?

I had a revelation this morning because of a very regular conversation a couple of nights ago. I realized that if something doesn't make me happier, healthier, wealthier or make the world a better place, it's not worth doing. And there are few exceptions.

I know. Duh. Most people already know this. I realized I already live this way, but had never thought about why or tried to explain it.

I was talking to a guy I met recently who's new to my area. We figured out we're both runners. Since he's a career US Army guy, he treats fitness as part of the job description - part of the Monday to Friday routine. He's also a little cocky.

So am I.

Then he dared to challenge my running.

"I'll take you on a real run," he said.

"Real run?" I said. "I go for real runs every day."

"I don't know how you run," he said.

"I don't know how you run either. What does it matter?" I answered. "I run about a 9.5 minute mile. That's all you need to know."

He told me I could do better. What? I'm happy with where I am. I have no desire to run faster.

Like a dumb ass, I agreed to run at his preferred time and on his course. We agreed to meet at 5:30 a.m. Thursday. What was I thinking?

That was today. While I watched the lightning pop and heard the thunder rumble, I realized I do a lot of things based on the "I have no desire to run faster" rule because a lot of things in life don't make me happier, healthier, wealthier or make the world a better place.

We didn't run together today because of the weather, and he passed on tomorrow because of the basketball finals. We'll just see if I think it's worthy of my time if he mentions it again.

Love to the single girls,
Addison