The other day I was out running and I was at the point of exhaustion. I'd had enough, it was quitting time. I looked down, and saw I still had a little less than 2 more miles to go on my handy dandy iPod tracker. Really? I needed to dig down deep and find some motivation. As I was passing another runner, I got the urge to high five him. I'm not sure why, but I thought hey, this guy might be tired too and need a high five. I really wish I had, and next time I just might, because you never know when someone may need a little of that motivation. As for my run? I killed it.
You know that feeling you get when you get to the top? You've been struggling all day, climbing over rocks, ducking branches, jumping streams all the while you are questioning the decision you made that morning to climb the mountain? Then you get to the top, and it's clear. It is the most beautiful view you've ever seen, your breath is knocked right out of you. That's when you know, you've won. You've won the summit race. Life brings that same feeling. We all want to win the race.
my best friend
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