perseverance...

"Faith resembles a difficult race.. the runner has her eyes on the winners prize & despite nagging temptations to slacken the pace, refuses to let up until she crosses the finish line, throwing off everything that hinders... a tough faith being a constant commitment to hang on and believe no matter what."

Damn you inspirational quotes! All you do is make me want to run all the more. Not that I cannot at the moment... Just that it is a lot smarter for me not to. Ugghhh... I hate being smart. Woah... I take that back. I'm not smart.

I was once told that it is more courageous to know when to stop than it is to keep pushing. Which, I have told every single one of my friends, every one of my athletes, and even people I don't know that well. But why on earth can I not take a dose of my own medicine?

I really, really want to run. I have not run in... well it feels like forever. But it has not been that long. I keep seeing things that make me want to run. Fast. And I am ready to. I am going to attack cross training. I am going to do all the little things. I am going to roll. And when I finally get to run... then we'll see what happens!

But I gotta have faith. Is it bad that the George Michael song started playing in my head? Haha....Oh George. I have to keep my eyes focused on what is ahead. I just need to keep going. Faith is believing it what you cannot always see. So here we go.

It is more courageous to know when to stop. But to keep going in alternative ways. Get it get it.

sunday morning.

oh sunday. i love them. and i also love not using correct grammar or punctuation. so i am going to take advantage of that now. sorry to my english lover friends. i just am not feeling it. what i am feeling is a bit nostalgic for the days when i could color outside the lines and not have to put in punctuation. so... here we go.
sundays are probably my favorite day. they are definitely days i get lost in. time flies by which i am not particularly a fan of, but it happens so i deal. i feel as though i can sleep in longer on sundays, but really i cannot. i actually seem to wake up earlier, but i always wake up more refreshed and ready for the day.
today was one of those days. add on a couple cups of coffee... and i was beyond ready.
i did not get as much accomplished as i would have liked, but i got stuff done. mostly stuff in my head. lists, ideas, etc. what i really worked on though was belief. belief in myself, belief in others, belief in my abilities and capabilities. today was better than yesterday. and hopefully tomorrow is another improvement as well.

finishing out a beautiful sunday, for a marvelous monday? i hope so.


what do you like about sunday?

start.

chills course through veins and bones
over hill and dale through bodies waiting
patient to put themselves through pain unknown.

traveling themselves from far off
breezeways opened through shimmering harriers
frigid anticipation for the final call

layers fall to hardened ground
stripped to shimmering skins
lightest of light spiked toes urging to rip the earth

the call is made
runners to your mark
silence. thunder.

no noise by runners heard
only fight. and push off the line.
gliding through the race they go...

race day

step on that line. drive off it. and go. no regrets. fight the good fight. race the life out of your legs. but know you will live to run an race another day. there is always something more.
dig. dig deep. get those legs churning. fight for every position. get out there and kill the course.
know that when you collapse across that line, you have given everything. leave the course with nothing. you have given your all.
no regrets.