Done with university, 25 years old, and about to start the marathon which my professional career will represent. Stiff competition with many challengers, it truly is an endurance race—probably not done until I am in my sixties. It sounds terrifying.
Bang, it all starts. Suddenly I am surrounded by a strong group of athletes, with strong legs, strong will, and loads of experience. I feel at ease because I am not running alone and no sharp elbows are hurting me. It is more like a team race: we are more like a relay team than individuals, one for all and all for one.
As I pass the 10km mark I throw a glance, barely a glance, at the race clock just to verify what I already knew—my split time is strong, our split time is strong. I move to the lead to set the pace and the other athletes fall in behind—it feels good to give back once you're good at something. We are all in good shape and maybe, just maybe, this group can take me all the way to the finish line—no matter which challenges we face or how far ahead it lies. At the very least, I have BCG to thank for a great split time in the marathon that a professional career represents.