It may not come, our second wind I mean. When I ran this morning, at about the second mile, I deluded myself thinking that a second burst of energy and determination would come showering over me. It didn't. And the anticipation of it made the last mile I believe, much more painful than it should have been.
So during my self-talk/nervous breakdown/mind-collapse, I realized that there is a point in achieving something where even the idea of a second gust of power may never arrive. While coming to this conclusion I also discovered that within the drive it takes to keep pushing without that extra compliment of gas, we may find a quality that is usually hidden without pushing limits. Passion.
I believe when all is lost passion for any cause can take us over obstacles formerly impossible. Passion took me the last mile. Passion wakes us up to try to win for the 100th time. Passion molds tears into determination. And is passion that can't be scientifically measured. It's embodied in our spirit.
I pray we remain passionate about the things we love.