May 1, 2014
Mantra
The tears are shed, both of pain and joy; it was never thought that this day would come. Be left with no regrets was the mantra, but the mantra could not be confined. Not to a track, not to a course, not to a school. The mantra took a life of its own to grow, to learn, to be practiced. So, when that line was passed, when that kick was kicked, all that was left was that one breath. That one long breath that signaled it was the end. The end of one race and onto another. Your journey, your travails, your pain were not in vain. They brought you to where you are today. And that experience, that mantra will bring you on to your future. Run Strong. ~-~-~-~-~
I was in a weird mood. One race does not define you, but a journey can.