Something happens at around 92 miles an hour. Thunder headers drown out all sound. Engine vibration
travels at a heart's rate. Field of vision funnels into the immediate. And suddenly you are not on the
road - you're in it, a part of it. Traffic, scenery, cops - just cardboard cutouts blown over as you pass.
Sometimes I forget the rush of that, that's why I love these long runs. All your problems and all the noise
gone; and nothing else to worry about, except what's right in front of you.
Maybe that's the lesson for me today, to hold onto these simple moments - appreciate them a little
more, there's not many of them left. I don't ever want that for you, finding things that make you happy
shouldn't be so hard. I know you'll face pain, suffering, hard choices but you can't let the weight of it
choke the joy out of your life. No matter what, you have to find the things that love you. Run to them.
There's an old saying - that which doesn't kill you makes you stronger, I don't believe that. I think the
things that try to kill you make you angry and sad. Strength comes from the good things, your family,
your friends, the satisfaction of hard work. Those are the things that will keep you whole; those are the
things to hold onto when you're broken.