Our story begins with Ciara Pressler going on a 16-mile run. It’s her best run of the year.
She chose to run well today.
Ciara spent the night before visualizing having an energetic and successful run, and came to the start of it with that purpose and expectation. She was excited as she laced up her sneakers, and met her friends — fellow runners who can push the pace.
At one moment in the long run, Ciara thinks, “I want to fall behind.”
And then corrects herself: “Actually, I don’t.” She decides to keep running with the group, and finishing in amazing fashion.
Musing over and generalizing on the concept, she explains, “There’s a subtle voice in my head, always. When I get into pushup position, some of me is choosing how intense to approach it and how far I’ll go.”
And is it possible that this is everything?
Ranging from technology, marketing, pushups, communicating with your significant other, and even if you’re just going to have a good day or not?
“I run exactly as fast as I decide to.”
Ciara Pressler is a marketing consultant and marathoner based in New York City. Free resources and ways to connect are at Pressler Collaborative. Sebastian Marshall writes long-form actionable insights for history on the 1st of each month at The Strategic Review.
This post by Douglas Ingram is exceptional:
Lessons in Entrepreneurship via the Lemonade Stand
It came up on my Google Alerts, and, wow, it's got to be one of the coolest things I've seen this year. And I've seen a lot of cool this year, so that's saying something.
Douglas's whole approach is really, really cool. Some excerpts:
We use the Dave Ramsey school of thought with our daughter. Each week she gets a small allowance that she allocates (her choice) to four different envelopes (a) spend (b) save (c) invest (d) donate.
The old lady was staring at her. She knew it.
Four months ago, Julia had married the love of her life. Her husband, Mike had just been named head curator at the art museum where he was working in. She was three months pregnant with a boy they would call Joey and after Joey is born she would quit that stressful writing job of hers to be a full-time housewife. Nothing could go wrong in her perfect life.
The day it arrived, Julia and Mike were busy unpacking their luggage from their trip to Venice when the doorbell rang. Julia ran out to get the door and when she opened it and looked down, there it was.
The package was encased by a bubble wrap, with an additional layer of plastic over it. At first glance it was about two feet tall and one foot wide. Julia carried it into the living room and unwrapped it. The rectangular wooden frame in the package was old, but kept in good condition. Flakes of the golden paint that coated it were coming off but it was still a beautiful frame, with very fine carvings of flowers at its corners. But Julia didn’t notice that, her eyes were fixed on the painting in the frame.
It was a portrait of an old lady who looked almost in her eighties. She had a sharp chin and high cheekbones and her pale skin was weathered and covered in wrinkles. The old lady’s graying hair was tied up in a bun and over it she wore a white bonnet. She had a hooked nose, almost too big for her face, with a sharp tip like the beak of a hawk. Below that nose she had very thin and dry lips. The edges of her mouth slanted slightly upward, giving her a smile that looked more like a smirk to Julia.