I don't race you. I race me. Oh, wait. Let's be honest. If you come up out of nowhere and try to pass me at the finish line - the race is on.
I love running. It keeps me sane and provides all sorts of benefits, but it is the first thing to go when I have to take something off my list in order to get life done. Unless I have a plan.
Ironically, at a marathon expo I saw a shirt that says, "Someday I'll run a marathon. Today is not that day." I had always thought of "Today is not that day" in basically the opposite way: "Someday I won't be able to run. Today is not that day." Or something similar. And yesterday, that mantra kept... Continue Reading →