Some
of us are hopelessly addicted to running. Aside from the obvious
stress release, we find comfort in knowing that by dedication (and
discipline!), we are taken on a journey of many miles. It is by
training that we become better runners, and I think nicer ones too. If
we do not get to run, we are irritable (translation: unbearable for
other family members), and we slog through the entire day, unfocused and
moody.
I
see law school as a run. Six segments, ten weeks, 130 hours a week,
over the course of three years. With all that we have to
compartmentalize in a very short amount of time, it is easy to lose
track of why we applied to law school in the first place. Now in my
second year of law school, with the enormous pressure of grades and
performing well, I was beginning to lose sight of my goals.
It
was my mother, who reminded me today, that I had a much larger
responsibility than excelling on paper. "Don't forget, she said, why
you fell in love with the field of law in the first place. You are
doing this, so that you can be a great and dedicated lawyer someday."
