Inspired

Posted on December 2, 2012 by That Girl

“That’s the thing about running: your greatest runs are rarely measured by racing success. They are moments in time when running allows you to see how wonderful your life is.”

~ Kara Goucher

Thanksgiving Weekend, I did something different with my running. Instead of being the athlete digging deep trying to reach a goal, or beat a PR time, or even just a race distance I was the athletic supporter helping others dig deep. Helping others reach a goal. Helping others finish a race they weren’t entirely sure they could complete. My friends and family and the internet in general has heard me go on and on about Team in Training and how grateful I am to have them in my life. They’ve helped me reach goals that I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted when I started. Goals I truthfully said offhand with very little thought as to how I would accomplish them. They’ve helped me realize the world is bigger than me and the problems that I feel could end the world. They’ve helped me realize that there’s so much more I could do for others that I haven’t yet begun to help with. They’ve helped me realize I’m just a bit more stubborn than I let myself believe I am.

Because of that, I wanted to help give back and show others how awesome this opportunity is. I can talk and email and Facebook on and on about it, but it truly doesn’t show as well as I would like. So I volunteer my time. I mentored other runners with goal, I helped support practices by being there for Waterstop support on multiple occasions and I’ve donated time and money where I could. Thanksgiving weekend, I went out and supported the TEAM yet again. This time I purposefully walked most of the race to find our slowest Half Marathon participant and ensure they finish. We found her and let her set the pace all while reminding her that we were there for her. And I was inspired. Inspired by Dianne, the participant we found who we saw visibly dig deep within herself to find what she needed to keep going. Inspired by an elderly man waiting for his wife. (They were in the event together and he would run a bit then wait for her to catch up. He was a cancer survivor who didn’t understand why God did bad things to good people.) Inspired by the group of ladies who were walking because one of their group had injured herself and could only walk. They brought cheers and chatter that I’m sure inspired the crowds around them if not at least a smile. These are all things that inspired me to keep going with this new season of fundraising. Inspired by how supportive our coaches were of all our people. Inspired by how well those coaches knew the participants they helped train all season. Inspired by the people around me. Inspired by the people who believe in me enough to make a donation to my fundraising efforts.

A lot to think about

Posted on June 17, 2012 by That Girl

It’s now less than one week to race day and there’s a lot I have to do. For one, I need to finish unpacking and doing regular household chores left and/or created since I returned from San Diego. The cat seems is also sick again so the fun of pet worries abound. Joy. Also, poor kitty!

Some of you are waiting for race reports from Portland and San Diego. Yes, I PR’d both events and was extremely joyful about both experiences. I learned a few things about myself in the process!

Last night, however, I realized I wanted to talk about something else today. I was doing laundry so i would be able to actually run when I want to make the effort. (all my running bottoms and bras were dirty) As sometimes happens I found the drawer full of running gear a bit overflowing and made the time to sort through singlets, shorts & self wicking socks to remove the winter gear into storage. I also moved a growing stack of memories to the side. Bittersweet memories running through my mind that brought up thoughts of 7am mission moments that moved me to tears as I learned of how cancer changed a child’s life from one of playgrounds and hopscotch to chemo and blood counts. Thoughts of heart wrenching emails from afar describing the pain and loneliness of undergoing clinical trials. Memories of the smiles and laughter of loved ones taken by cancer. But mostly it brought back thoughts of how much cancer affects all of us and how far we are from eradicating these diseases. It brought home how often the word comes up every week without a reference to the word “Cure”.

When I say the drawer overfloweth, I’m not joking. The only thing that gets folded is socks so that I can grab a pair quickly and go. Everything else is a jumble since what I plan to use is mood and weather dependant. (Because, you know, Snow in April…). I pulled these memories out of the drawer and neatly folded them for the shelf. I thought of each of these lovely people added to my jersey hours before race time. Each served as an inspiration to me not just on race day, but the entire time I’ve known them. Liz and Sweetie were the first one. My first race, my first half marathon my original inspriations. Two beautiful women who inspire me to be more. Sadly one was taken by Thyroid Cancer, but the other lives with a Joie de Vivre that serves as an inspiration to others around her. Six months later Liz told me about her friend My Tam who was beginning her battle. A beautiful woman with a love for words and creator of delectible image and dishes, she is also thankfully beating her cancer. CURE! is a word that can be applicable to her life. JOY! is another applicable word as it always seems she lives her life filled with it. Another six months passed and my aunt was taken from me. Darline was a beautiful person in life who taught her kids to live with joy. Lung Cancer was the villian that took her too soon. Cheri has been the latest. her name adorned my jersey in “Sunny” San Diego a few short weeks ago. And I say Sunny tounge in cheeck because there seemed to have been a perpetual cloud our entire weekend there. Only to disappear shortly after we flew out. Normally I’d say “What the hell?” but really it helped. I digress though. Cheri I met a few years ago. Like many of my other inspirations, she was full of joy and an eagerness to learn and experience. No small feat given that she was french. Cheri was the mother of a friend of mine and it was shocking to see what cancer did to her. I can say I wish I had spent more time with her, I wish I had known her better, but the truth is that she was put into my life at the exact moment I needed her. I thought about her a lot in San Diego….

Race day, as I said, is now upon us. Emails fly back and forth between my friends and I as we coordinate race day details. Where to meet, who’s carpooling with who and such. It’s a crazy time of chaos which leads me to thoughts of that bottom jersey. It’s blank because I haven’t chosen my inspiration yet. it’s not a methodical choice, nor is it instant. It’s just one of those inherent things that “come to me” when the moment is right. I told someone earlier today that after doing 2 12K “practice” runs and 2 half marathons (complete with PR’s) in the past month and a half, at this point, I hope to just finish as healthy as I started, completely inspired by my team of purple warriors out there beating the road down for a cancer cure.

GO TEAM.

Don’t let it conquer you…

Posted on September 19, 2011 by That Girl

This was supposed to be a post first 16 mile run report. Talking about how great it felt and how I finished. But instead, I let the demons in my head conquer me and didn’t run. I have lots of excuses – Doing my assigned waterstop as a mentor meant that my time got pushed off. A visit to my regional passport office AFTER that left me frustrated. I then had to deal with extra traffic due to a bridge closure that had me even MORE frustrated because on top of that I realized that I’d needed to pee for three hours and hadn’t eaten anything substantial yet (at 3pm). All while the idea that I had to run a 4.5 hour practice long run all by myself floated in the back of my head. Being upset and the anxiety issues I had dealing with my passport left me exhausted by the time I got home. I went in, ate something with the thought that I was still going to do it. I was going to lace up and hit the trail. After I ate so I was properly fueled. But the reality in it was that I was afraid and let it conquer me. Justin sympathized with my day and told me that it was ok. Just run tomorrow (Sunday) which made sense. I could do that and still be ok. But Sunday came and went. We got home from our morning plans and I sat on the couch and hyperventilated. I was afraid again. More excuses ensued. My running partners were all busy, the planned route was actually shorter than I had thought meaning it wasn’t going to simply be out and back. I’d be playing loop de loop. I would be out there on my own, despite my preference for the cooler weather and I was afraid. Afraid of the distance, afraid of being alone and all of those everyday frustrations of life that runs help with heaped on top of it. Justin was great. He poked and prodded and kept reminding me that I needed to go run. That time was running short for when running outside for that long would be safe. He even volunteered to meet me at my half way point to be waterstop in case I needed extra. He later revealed that after doing that he had planned to go run out and grab me a special dinner to surprise me.

But this morning, I sit here at work hoping that no one stops by and asks with a smile how my run went. I sit here without the painful, yet happy aches that comes from accomplishing something great. I sit here without the smile that I get from reading the likes and comments that come from posting a great weekend long run from my compadres on Dailymile.com, Nike+ and Facebook and I castigate myself. I still feel that anxiety in my chest that comes with the fears of a long run that I’ve not accomplished. I’ll try again tonight for a good long run and hopefully the happy cheerful chants from my coaches will echo in my head. They believe in me, why can’t I?

And on I run…

Posted on May 11, 2011 by That Girl

With my plan this season being to run a FULL marathon rather than a smaller half in October Team in Training and to also do the Seattle Rock n Roll half marathon in June. (45 days away!) I’m buckling down on my training. It helps that the weather is getting warmer and the sun is finally peeking through (I wore a tanktop last night!). The truth, though, is that I need the discipline of other runners. Team in Training helps me with that. It tells me that this group is going to get together to run and I should join them and then go have beers.

I worry though. I just sent an email to one of my wonderful coaches about a pain I’m having in my leg. Friends tell me it might be shin splints and since I’ve never experienced this phenomenon I worry that it will slow down my training just as I’m buckling down. I won’t lie – I haven’t run a full event. I do walk run intervals and with the few months I took off after my last event (there’s that discipline thing), I needed to almost start back over. I’m currently walking 3 minutes and running 2. It makes ramping up easier and if it wasn’t for the pain in my legs I’d add another 30 seconds to that run portion this week. Let’s see what coach says though. Online searches tell me that I may need to alter my training and switch to things like treadmill or elliptical runs. If that happens I may need to join a gym again. Sigh. Seriously – go inside now that the sun is finally out?!? Boo!

This weekend though is jam packed so I guess it’s not a huge deal yet. I’m finally moving the rest of my stuff into Justin’s house and I’ll be headed over to Chris Pirillo’s home for our first big fundraiser of the season. Last year with the help of Chris and the Lockergnome community, we raised almost $1000 for blood cancers, hopefully we can meet or exceed that this time. This year cancer is hitting closer though. A great man that Michelle and I met through Chris passed away last week after a long exhausting battle with Colon Cancer. Derek Miller, also known as @Penmachine, fought a long and hard battle and the amazing part is that he chose not to exclude it from his blog. He was very frank about the disease and what it was doing to him and in the end wrote a goodbye letter as a final blog to be posted when he passed.

My heart hurts for his family. While they had time to prepare, I know from when my grandmother passed that you’re never truly ready. Maybe I’m just the over emotional type who cries at it all. At Derek’s passing even though I never truly got to know him. At the passing of @TomMusic, at the Dear 16 Year Old Self Video, and even at the Facebook wall postings of cousins I barely know as they continue to mourn the passing of their mother – two months after she also succumbed to cancer. There’s gotta be a cure out there and I won’t stop running until it’s found. Well… ok. I lied. I won’t stop wunning as Gerb says since I’m run/walking. Eventually I’ll get to a full run and even though I won’t qualify for Boston, Imma keep on going. Not even Kanye can stop me!

(Won’t you help me out by donating a few bucks?)

Life Goal item Accomplished

Posted on November 29, 2010 by That Girl

19 hours and a handful of minutes ago, I was breathing hard and trying to pull the last few reserves I had left to the top of the bucket as I crossed the finish line in my first half marathon. The cheers of the on lookers was awesome and to hear the fiancé of one of my best friends cheer me on in those final moments helped. It also didn’t hurt that they were announcing the imminent arrival of the first marathon finisher. I was in the chute and so so so very much wanted to walk and slow down. My feet hurt and were cramping and my shins were on fire yelling at me to quit. (not to mention those last 13 miles…) but I pushed because the finish was so close and I wanted to be able to say that I crossed before the first full marathoner. (who cares that he started a half hour after me…)

As I crossed, I collected my first real medal from the wonderful Army guy at the finishline. I got a hug and flowers from the awesome Doug, fiancé to Michelle who took this awesome journey with me and then got hugs and congrats from Justin who came and waited almost an HOUR so he wouldn’t miss seeing me accomplish this awesome goal.

I always wondered why runners got those foil blankets when they were done running and yesterday I learned. After slowing down, my body temperture dropped crazy fast and I was ushered into warmer areas. I did after all, still need to check in with Team in Training to let them know I had finished. The warm recovery area was swarming with people and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think this was some kind of sports expo. Darigold was there with some awesome lactose free chocolate milk. Dole with tons and tons of snacks…. I’m sure there were others, but I was still in so much pain that I just wanted to get back to the Team in Training area and get off my feet. I hobbled and shivered and slowly got there.

Recovery was so much easier once I had changed out of sweaty things and I was ravenous for the delicious chowder provided to us by Duke’s Chowder House (best seafood!!!). I sat and ate and waited to see Michelle walk through the door. We had joked about me going back out to re-cross the finish line with her, but at 730 this morning, I truly had no concept of what this race would take out of me. (my hips and legs still hurt…) She was at Mile 11 when I crossed so I assumed she was only 20 or so minutes behind me. But I got worried when an hour later, one of our mentors said she hadn’t crossed yet!!! I struggled to get my shoes back on but just as I did, we got word that she’d finished and I sat back in relief. Michelle hadn’t quit and the limitations of her injury didn’t stop her!

It’s funny because with all the mileage I’ve put in the last few months, I didn’t realize and wasn’t prepare for wanting to quit so early and so often. At mile three point something-ish as we headed uphill along the I90 expressway. At just after Mile four when I watched the first few full marathoner pass us and make it look so effortless. The brutal hill and steady inclining grade in Madison Park before mile ten. (I only saw three people attempt to run up that brutal two blocks and I joked that they were all asian and us asians are such BAD over achievers) And just past mile eleven as we headed uphill towards Stewart and could see the Space Needle in the distance KNOWING that it was ONLY 1.5ish miles away. Never had a mile seemed so long….

But there were awesome experiences along the way as well. Joking with Michelle as we walked up the I90 ramp. I asked her if THIS is what they meant by playing in traffic? (now we can say BTDT when ppl thell us to go play in traffic.! ) Approaching the water stop at Mile four and seeing my awesome Team In Training teammates cheer us in. Seeing a sign that I’d reached mile 18 even before I’d reached mile 5. The guy and his daughter who offered us our choice between Budlight and water in one of the residential areas. The fun and or encouraging signs from watching family members like the one near mile six that said “we could be SLEEPING!!” propped up in front the stroller of a sleeping baby. The army group waiting in Madrona Park area who lined a portion of our route with flags. (I wish I had a picture of that) and the many many strangers who cheered EVERYONE on but especially those that recognized the Team In Training jersey and cheered on our team. But the best part was seeing the Mentors and coaches along the way who would run or walk portions with us. So Many many times I wanted to quit and stop brought a coach in my view at just the right moment to push me just a bit further. I’m truly greatful for their presence.

Now I’m done. I ate, I showered and even took that dreaded ice bath. I babbled incoherently as I tried to talk on a variety of subjects and then crashed out in front the TV in the middle of an episode of Lie to me that I’ve tried to watch twice. 19 hours ago, I laughed hysterically at the idea of doing this again, but really? I might just be out there again on Sat with the team as they gather and practice for the next event.

Thanks to all of you for being there virtually for me.

Cancer doesn’t take a holiday

Posted on November 28, 2010 by That Girl

It’s 315 am and my body has decided yet again it’s time to get up. WTH. My nose is runny, there’s a slight pain in my left knee and this stupid cough won’t go away. Oh. And three hours ago Lisa posted on her wall that snow was sticking to the ground in her end of town. Wonderful. (yes i ran for a window) Yesterday, I went thru at least 2 panic attacks. I was running late, I FORGOT to pack my running shoes, I kept forgetting things and the day kept me constantly behind schedule and I don’t think I ate nearly enough. (barely anything unfortunately)

But the race will still happen. I’ll get up and run in thirty degree weather while all my loved ones are snug in bed sleeping or contemplating breakfast choices because it’s frankly warmer there than in front of the fridge. I’ll join Michelle who runs in memory of her Dad and Jean who runs for her nephew Dillon (a cancer survivor) and Steve whom I met last night who runs for a friend who can’t because he’s wheelchair bound. I’ll follow in the footsteps of Carmella who raised over ten grand in the name of cancer on her own and her friend Judy who are walking the full marathon and so many countless others. It’s because of my friends, family, co-workers, teammates and even perfect strangers that I’m constantly amazed and inspired to continue on. Because cancer doesn’t take a holiday. It fights back at us every step of the way and if we don’t fight back who will?

My race day jersey is bright purple and the back reads that I run this in honor of Liz and Sweetie. Sweetie lost her battle and Liz is winning. I run for them because they never gave up. I run for you because you inspire me. But mostly? I run for myself because I won’t let life become a roadblock.

10 more things

Posted on October 8, 2010 by That Girl

This past fall, I took stock of my life and wrote “10 things right now” and it was a refreshing look at my life at that moment in time. It definitely made me appreciate all that I had. Over the last year, I’ve learned to take a moment every once in a while and do that. Give thanks. I’m a lucky gal and many times am too hard on myself. I think that we all need to take more time taking stock of what’s important to us. It will allow us to really appreciate what we have right in front of us. Here’s more reasons why I should stop being so stupid.

I still love my dog. You’d laugh at that statement given his attitude in the past few weeks, but I really do. These past few weeks have been slightly different because I’ve introduced different things into my life and he’s not used to them. I’ve created boundaries for him and they upset him enough for him to retaliate by defecating in the Living Room. Frustrating as that is, I’m forced to make sure I don’t ignore him. (I’m not, but apparently HE thinks so…)
Training for a Endurance Running event is hard. When I joined 24 Hour Fitness, I made a vague statement that I’d like to run a marathon by next summer. I’m well on the way in terms of training since joining Team in Training with Michelle and we went out last weekend for a 120 minute practice run. With the hills near Golden Gates Park, it made it one of the harder ones I’ve undertaken. But we completed it and reached the end tired, worn out and sweaty. I like sweat, it tells me I’ve accomplished something. (Or have the heater on too high.)
My family lives too far. or too close. I like having my privacy and have never relished how overly involved and gossipy my family gets. For this reason, moving to King County a few years ago was a blessing. 30 minutes was too far for my family. The 1 hour trip to Redmond even further. But when I’m not feeling well and wishing for some comfort food cooked by mom, it feels like that 1 hour drive might as well be 5. Still, I’m luckier than others to live that close. Work and life has taken friends further away from their family than they’d like and their comments have made me appreciate my family all the more. Even when they frustrate me. My sister sent me a FB message earlier this week letting me know she cooked a pot of my favorite soup and froze them into portions all for me. Can’t wait to go down and retrieve that.
GPS is still a godsend, but it tickles me to no end to know that there are so many more areas that I can drive to in Seattle without it and be able to estimate enough time for travel, traffic and parking without having to consult it. I’m all growned up now!
I still give thanks on a daily basis for the people that have graced my life. Because of twitter, meetup.com and other social media outlets, I’ve met some truly wonderful and smart people with revolutionar, exciting ideas and thoughts. They are passionate for what they do and the world that revolves around them. They are friendly and outgoing and have no problem excepting you for who you are without judgment or reserve. I marvel because this is so different than the world I grew up in. I’ve had only a few instances of regret in terms of the people I’ve met, but I give constant thanks for the people in my life. Even more unique is how knowing some of these people has changed my life without them knowing it. For example, if I hadn’t begun following Chris Pirillo I would never have met Michelle.
Worry is a down payment on a problem you may never have. That’s a tweet I read today (H/t @Davidroads) that made me smile. I’m *still* good at worrying about things that I don’t have to. In overthinking things that don’t have to be overthought and interjecting drama into situations that don’t call for it. I’ve had some good friends lately give me virtual slaps across the back of my head for this recently and it’s been a fun experience to have realizations dawn upon me as to how I think/feel about certain things.
Don’t get stuck in mediocrity. Recently, I got irritated at people and mentioned on twitter that people needed to get off their respective booties and stop being chickenshits. It’s become one of my new favorite words. Chickenshit. It’s one thing you should never be when it comes to important decisions. Being a chickenshit with things that are important to you can get you stuck in mediocrity instead of living the rockstar life you want and dream of. Don’t be a chickenshit.
Many people saw it on the news, but I can’t express how happy I am that Margie Witt won her case and is able to go back to nursing. Life when she disappeared from the AE world was hard and conversation stilted, but it’s nice to see things were put to rights. Watching my google alerts blow up over the last few weeks has been exciting. She’s all over the place and I’m proud to have known such an amazing woman. Her struggle was NOT easy and definitely won’t be forgotten.
Cancer sucks and affects too many people. Team in Training and the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society have shown me that. It’s made me ashamed to have not been more aware of it despite it’s constant presence throughout my life. I’ve heard stories of teens and young adults who will never live to see their 30th birthday and on the other end of the spectrum I have heard stories of people celebrating 20 years in remission. It’s a long hard battle and one that won’t be done anytime soon sadly.
I’m still over-tasking and over-commiting myself. But I’m more aware of it and I’m learning. It’s interesting to discover how much of a leader people think I am just for being straightforward about specific thoughts and opinions.

The ugly truth about workout clothes.

Posted on April 26, 2010 by That Girl

Brooks Ariel One night, while finishing my workout, I looked down at my feet. I noticed how dirty my shoes were and for once I wasn’t worried about it. In fact, just the opposite. I was PROUD of the dirt. It told me that I’d accomplished something with these shoes. I had used them over and over again and worn them to this state. I hadn’t just gone onto ebay and bought a cheap pair of shoes that someone else had worn and conditioned. For that reason, I’m rather proud of this picture. It’s my Brooks Ariel running shoes. I bought them this summer and it was hard to spend the money on them. I grew up in that middle class place where you didn’t spend 100′s of dollars on shoes (even though that’s rather common place now). You went to Target and Walmart and Payless to get your shoes. Going to Foot Locker to get shoes was a treat. These days I wonder about that. Was this why I never enjoyed gym class? or was it because the “cool” crowd I longed to be part of were the ones walking. I hated running.

Middle school years for many people are an awkward memory that most of us would like to forget. Gym class in middle school even more. Our first adventure getting dressed and undressed in front of our peers… How many of you ran for the first available bathroom stall for the first week? I can honestly say I didn’t. But I got really adept at putting my PE Shirt on and removing the other one while showing as little skin as possible before moving onto other articles of clothing. I hate my PE clothes almost as much as I hated PE itself. Hate. Maybe that’s a rather extreme word to use, but back then that was the sentiment. There was no grey area back then. Do you remember YOUR PE Clothes? mine was this red cotton tshirt paired with blue shorts with a white stripe down the side. We stood in line for calistenics and then ran outside on the track. I was never a good runner and with a sister who was a natural athlete, I was loathe to try many sports. I dreaded those time tests in high school, yet as much as I hated it I could honestly say that I enjoyed Cross Country running more than running on the track.

These days, PE doesn’t always mandate a uniform and less kids are worried about what others think of them as they change for class. For us older folks though, that apprehension sometimes remains. We go out to buy clothes to workout in and without a general guide it’s hard to say what will or will not work for each individual. As a short Pacific Islander, the first thing I look for is “will it fit” and then “is it cute”. Yes, cute is important. It doesn’t matter who will see us in it because WE will see ourselves in it. However, Cute and fit hasn’t always made the cute. I’ve found that the cotton stuff wears out faster and sometimes chaffed. I found that desite the rise in body temperature as you run, running in the winter outdoors is still hella COLD! Gloves made a difference as did long sleeve tops and long pants. Thank GOODNESS for clothing made to wick away moisture so that the clothing itself was more comfortable. But after racing the St Patrick’s Day Dash in Seattle last month, I discovered the ugly truth about workout clothes. No matter what you do, you still won’t like the way you look in them.

I was talking with a friend not long after the event and she commented on how awesome I looked in the one picture I was able to find of me from the event. All I saw, however, was the bulge protruding from my midsection. Eventually I was able to move past that and comment on that RATHER LARGE hat behind me and the rosy look to my cheeks but at the intial moment? All I saw was fat. Self Image is one of those personal battles we all fight and it’s definitely not an easy one. This outfit by the way? My favorite to run in. There’s a pocket for keys at the back of the pants and the top has thumbholes for when it’s cold. That being said, I can’t wait for fotojack.com to post the pictures from my latest run.

A fortuitous end…

Posted on November 1, 2009 by That Girl

A Greenlake Morning October was a long and fruitful month full of experiences and people, both old and new. From the first day to the last so many different things happened that I had difficulty to put the emotions to words. They passed through me so fast that I could scarcely keep up with them! But on the last day, I restarted a resolution. I had spend almost two months avoiding my run club for one reason or another. I was sick, too tired, too scared of the distance or any number of other excuses.

Putting TEN POUNDS back on was good motivation to get back though. But this time I was smarter. I knew I didn’t have to complete the distance they were doing. I just had to show up and receive the support they gave. While they went off for a 12 mile run, I went in the other direction for a distance less than half that. I knew I could walk the full twelve with the walking group, but felt that was taking the easy way out. I needed to run. Running exhilarated me. It energized me and made me happy. Despite the difference in skill levels, I felt a camaraderie with other runners. It reminded me of a scene from a movie.

You don’t stand in front of a mirror before a run, wondering what the road will think of your outfit. You don’t have to listen to its jokes and pretend they’re funny in order to run on it. It would not be easier to run if you dressed sexier. The road doesn’t notice if you’re not wearing lipstick. The road does not care how old you are. You do not feel uncomfortable because you make more money than the road. And you can call on the road whenever you feel like it. Whether it’s been a day, or even a couple of hours since your last date. The only thing the road cares about is that you pay it a visit once in a while.

Do you recognize it? The scene is set with the pounding of feet on the pavement. Heavy breathing as the body moves in the rhythmic pattern familiar to runners. It’s the Nike Ad scene from Mel Gibson’s What Women Want. The scene and especially the words above tells a truth that not enough people realize. Why do we put so much value into what others think about us and why can we not just be?

No apologies

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