I am grateful to my wife for pushing me out the door on those days I'd rather stay in bed, for her awesome homemade penne alla vodka and her killer angel hair with fresh pesto before those long runs. And I am especially grateful for her being so understanding of my stubborn and time consuming commitment.
I am humbled by the generosity so many have shown in their support of my fundraiser for the Alzheimer's Association in my grandmother's honor. I am inspired, encouraged and challenged by the words and actions of my teammates, by this blogging community of runners and by the broader world of running.
Interestingly enough, I am feeling a sense of “what now,” or perhaps more aptly put “what’s next.” The marathon is almost here and I still feel as though I have improvements to make, fitness to achieve and goals to set and conquer.
Maybe I should see how I feel tomorrow after my last long run of 22 miles before setting off for Everest.
UPDATE (10/15/2006): Ouch. I am having difficulty climbing stairs. Everest will have to wait... For now.
“It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves.”
-Sir Edmund Hillary