I’ve ran one-to-many miles to count and learned bits and pieces about myself over the years. It’s an exercise in self-exploration and awareness.

It is, to me:

Where the buck stops…

It’s an argument between myself and my excuses; A debate on the merits of quitting over the satisfaction of finishing. It is a constant reminder that anything worth achieving is never easy albeit gratifying. It screams talk is ultimately cheap, actions will have the last say and the results produced will tell the true story.

I guess what I am trying to say is: In a society flooded with senseless chatter, arguments, and sermons. I find it comforting that I can still have a meaning conversation with myself during my runs which will have a direct positive effect on my overall being and quality of life. It’s simply a matter of taking the first step and seeing it through.