Happy New Year 2012

“You have the ability not just to observe your life like a historian or a fortune teller but like a sculptor, through vision and painstaking hard work to make of it a life what you will.”—Devon Harris~Motivational Speaker and member of the Jamaican Bobsled Team

Today was simply a delightful, fun-filled day full of smiles, laughs and some good ole fashion hard work. The day began with a crazy 8 mile run with 810 Ft elevation gain with my running club. I watched in amazement as I observed people running over the hills and repeat this over 8 miles today. I had a good view considering I was running in the rear of the pack. Some chose to run 2, 4, 6 miles, but NOOOOO I decided to do the crazy 8. I never once thought about stopping, but I did thinking this WILL be difficult yet doable. I kept my sights on a little old lady who was a power house. She smoked me on the hills. I smiled and thought to myself, " I want to be her when I grow up." I survived the run needless to say and humbly introduced myself to the older lady at the end of the run. She is a 65 yr old woman who did not start running until she was 48 yrs old and is an ultramarathoner who runs 100 milers for fun. She gave me some wonderful words of wisdom and encouragement. She said, "think of all the people who are NOT here. You are here and next time you run this course it will be difficult, but not unfamiliar." She is right. You are only new ONCE. Enough said.

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