My husband was a runner and would often give advice with running metaphors. Some of his favorites included: Run the race in front of you, just put one foot in front of the other, run your own race, and run hard and have fun”.  While I manage the loss of his dying, I hear him telling me to take one step at a time and to do it at my own pace. I won’t see the finish line until I finish the current route (in life or with an actual run)