Saw my old friend last night at the pool. Got my kids down to their end of the pool for swim lessons and on my way down to my end I spotted him. He was smug and expressionless. I looked in the other direction as I walked passed him. I didn't even want to acknowledge his presence. Ugh, I remember when we were friends but in Boston, I think he was literally laughing at me at points. He was in no way helpful to me.
As I swam, I could see him and was reminded of when we got along. How I would be so happy to see him after a race. How quickly things change. But I'm not one to hold a grudge. I know the day is coming when I will be glad to see him again. I will welcome his presence at each mile marker and embrace him at the finish line. I'm looking forward to that day when I call the clock my friend again.