Just finished one of my favorite races. I must admit, it took all I had to get out of bed for this one. I was dead tired. I'm talking a long work week, a couple of late night projects and an active pre-teen to match wits with. One hour before race time, I'm in bed trying to convince myself that I'm to tired and that if I go, I would surly collapse and die. We all have those moments right? That's when we dig down deep and come up with the reason to put on our running shoes. That reason my friend is universal. " I'm a runner and that's what I do." I was out of bed in a flash, I lined up and gave it my best. It wasn't my best run or my best time, but I kept it moving. But more importantly, I didn't die! See you at the next one! Until next time, stay safe.