Several years ago, I read about the world's longest foot race. It's called the Self- Transcendence 3100 Mile Race, held between June and August every year. According to a Reuters report, "The longest foot race in the world is 3,100 miles, long enough to stretch from New York to Los Angeles. Those running it choose a different route: They circle one city block in Queens for two months straight."
It reported, "The athletes lap their block more than 5,000 times. They wear out 12 pairs of shoes. They run more than two marathons daily. In the heat and rain of a New York sum-mer, they stop for nothing except to sleep between midnight and 6 am."
I find it incredible that someone can run that far for that long. But what I find even more incredible is that it is done by running the same half-mile stretch over and over again. If the running didn't kill me, the monotony(单调乏味) would!
But I thought of a great picture of life. Our life is a long race. But I don't know how often we have considered that the difficulty in the race is not only in its length, but also in its monotony. So much of what we do is repetitive and mundane.
A mother works hard to take care of her children. But she does the same thing every day: diapers(尿布) to be changed，clothes to be washed，dirty dishes to be cleaned. A father works hard to provide for his family, but every day he is working on an assembly line doing the same job repetitively, dealing with hard-to-please customers.
One of the difficulties in living life is in hanging there through those difficult times when you're running across the same ground over and over again. However, you should believe that you can survive the monotony and continue to run, and the finish line lies ahead.
