I don’t have “a team,” but I often root for the underdog. I don’t root for the American just because I live in the U.S., or the guy from Richmond, VA because that’s where I call home. There is more to life than the city where you grew up, the country where you live and the jersey on your back. It’s what’s inside all of that that really matters.
I don’t watch much soccer, but I’ve gotten into the World Cup recently. And I must say, some of the things I’ve seen really interest me. The vuvuzela, the nil-nil draw, offsides, immature celebration and a whole lot of whining and complaining. Honestly, some of it is just ridiculous.
A few thoughts that surfaced after my recent DNF at Old Dominion. I quit because I experienced what I believed to be pain in my hamstring. I got to thinking about the difference between pain & soreness.
I set out to run 100 miles… and I didn’t even come close. This race marked my first ever DNF. I under-estimated the course & over-estimated my ability. I got completely dominated today. It was a humbling experience, and I gained an enormous about of respect for all the finishers.
My kitchen lightbulb went out today, and when the maintenance guy came to change it, I learned an important lesson about perspective – and keeping an open mind.
Ultrarunners are often told that what they do is crazy. I’m telling you, only you can define crazy. No one else has any say in the matter. Crazy is just a roadmap that guides your journey.
A very brief book review of “Between a Rock & a Hard Place” by Aron Ralston.
My 26-year-old opinion on how you should spend birthdays as you get older. Quit complaining about getting old, and celebrate your birthday for all the great things each year has added to your life… and all the great things that the upcoming year will bring.
Today I turn 25…