Thursday, March 29, 2012

Every day

Every day is a new day, a new chance at life.   It's a chance to start fresh, to pick yourself up and try again.  Giving up is so yesterday, so stuck in last week.  Why bring along the baggage?  Why not just fill in all the space that today's coloring book gives you and then go outside the lines?  I don't have time to process and regret everything I said yesterday.  I only have time to live and fill up today.  Will I be mastered by my thoughts of yesteryear or will I fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds run?

I choose to run.












If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son! 
Rudyard Kipling

Friday, March 2, 2012

Four Months to Go

Four months to go.

Not four months until the race.  Not four months until my birthday.  Not four months until the Olympics.

Just four months to go.  March, April, May, and June.  Four months of decisions.

Every day for the next four months I have to answer the question.  It is a very simple question, but the answer is difficult to give.

Do you want to finish?

The next four months will be the critical period of training and transformation.  It is the proverbial putting up hay in the barn.  There is no time for cruise control, no time for lackadaisical, haphazard indifference, no time for waiting until tomorrow, no time for bad nutrition, no time for skipped workouts, no time, no time, no time.

In four months I'll be running a fifty mile warm up race that I have failed at twice before.  If I pay the price between now and then I will be ready for the race and I will have laid the foundation for August.  If I don't give the right answer every day between now and then, well there's no make up quiz.

I'll give an answer to this daily question in three ways:

  1. What I eat.
  2. How I train.
  3. Making the hard choice.
Pretty simple right?  It just takes some blood, sweat, tears, a whole lot of body glide, and some desire.  It's always a question of desire.  Are you willing to pay the price or not?  Are you willing to sacrifice the time,  push through the pain, embrace the difficult path and bypass the easy one?  We'll all find out on August 18-19th.    Just know, that I will have already answered the question about 122 times between now and then.