Monday, October 1, 2012


After my first 8 mile run. Training at the Texas
 Motor Speedway for my first half-marathon.

When people used to ask me about my goals for the future, I had a fall back answer. I would say, "I just want to be happy."

What I was actually saying was I really don't want to put myself in any kind of position where I have to be accountable to anyone, any goal or any future version of me.

I wasn't defining my happiness. It was a open-ended load of crap that I had sold to myself. I didn't have to do anything.

My fear of failing didn't get me anywhere. As a matter of fact, it got me going in the wrong direction.

I needed to put myself out there...start something. I needed to dream a little.


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