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Id like to share one of my favorite poems of all time today, it's something i really enjoy to read everyday (for more fun highlight it and press control alt p if you're on a mac):
"I run slow
I work in the social services, and a lot of the people we work with have a lot of regrets. I've asked our case managers to have their clients come out and watch me run. I run so slow, time run backwards. As I waddle along, your life runs in reverse. Scars becomes wounds become chances to exercise better judgement. I run slow.
Like most people, I enjoy running in the mornings, before it gets to hot. Unlike most people, I've been pushed over by a squirrel.
I run slow. Sometimes when I am running, I think of those zen fountains that absorb a drip drip drip of water down a bamboo tube before finally tipping over and dumping their contents into a pool. Each step I take is another drip. I think, that fountain would call me a pussy.
I run slow. But I know where I have been.
Six months ago, I didn't run.
Six months ago, I had heartburn bad enough to keep me from sleeping through the night. Six months ago, I felt like I needed to go to sleep at 2pm. And six months ago, running felt impossible.
I run slow, and I have ways to go. But I can sleep. I feel alive. I can run two, slow, miles. Slowly.
Sometimes I get discouraged. I compare where I am to where other people are. But all that matters is where I am compared to where I was.
Once something good becomes something you are going to do for the rest of your life, the pace becomes less important. I know that my drip drip drip will amount to that deluge, eventually. Someday I will run 3 miles, slowly."
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