Sorry kiddo, it's okay with me if you're sad for a while.
The BYU football team is a winner because they won their game.
I don't know whose dog it is, but it was wandering the neighborhood the other day and the kids were playing with it. They named it Hunter, but then changed its name to Charlie. Forty-five minutes was long enough for the seed of hope to sprout. The hope that perhaps Charlie had no home and Mom and Dad might let them keep him.
As you can see from the picture their wish was denied and the tears flowed freely.
His mom is a loser for embarrassing him by posting pictures for the world to see.
In the first 10 miles I had moments of fear and panic. I got concerned that if I wasn't feeling great at mile 9, how was I possibly going to make it to mile 18, 19, and 20. I would tell myself I was going to complete this run, but I couldn't let myself think about the end of the run. I had to focus on the "right now". I told myself to just think about this mile I'm on right now. Just keep going. I did that for long enough and eventually I did finish. Right now this is a good metaphor for me. Don't panic about things, just keep going and trying and doing my best and eventually I'll make it through.
Don't you just love sports metaphors?
For the next three weeks I'll taper down my running and not go anywhere near as far as I have the last few weeks. My training is pretty much done.
When I finished the half-marathon back in March I realized that the real accomplishment wasn't running the race as much as completing the training. The training is long and lonely at times. The training is the hard work. The race is really the reward for doing the training. I am feeling pretty proud of myself that I have diligently done my training and am now anxious for the big day. I am glad that I have a bit of time to physically and mentally recover from these long training runs.