I think deep down everyone has a desire of getting their feelings out for the world to see. To try and have that cause & effect/affect on one so profound that it will fill their needs as a human being. Right now my needs are simple...a little bit of Rush, a cup of water, and the ability to keep my fingers rolling across this damn keyboard. Now comes the hard part...what do I talk about?
I really made this so I had an outlet to get my everyday occurences out to people who care to read, but this really might just be something for me, so I guess I'll start from the beginning...
Grew up in a small town in Nebraska, was blessed to have both parents and a sister who care deeply about me, and still do to this day. Parents went their own ways as I was going into High School, I became a complete asshole, graduated, and then joined the Military. Through the military I've met some of the craziest bunch of fools I'll ever know while hanging onto the ones I care most about, as well as a select few back in Nebraska. The first year of the military I did all my training, broke my back in Airborne, moved to Seattle, WA and learned how to be "All that I can be". Second year, kind of a blur...that's when they started putting us into new uniforms. Third year...met a girl from MN who broke my heart, and then proceded to meet another little philly who stole my heart and still has as we speak...I'll have to save that story for another time...but I was married, one baby girl, and sent to Iraq for 15 months - awesome. Fourth year, I'm married with a child and changing my job- awesome x2. Fifth year, just got back from changing my job, got a little bit of time with the family, now I have to go back to Iraq - oh yeah, and now that little philly is pregnant with another little one :) So here I am now, in my current state wondering where the hell time went. I'm still young, 24, but really....holy shit! It's already been a ride, what else could happen?
In the last few months, I have fallen in love with running. It meant a lot to me back in High School when I ran Cross Country, but I never took as serious as I probably should've if I really wanted to be good. It's literally just plain and simple, I love running. I love the mind games, I love the pain, I love the sweat, everything about the sport I love. I'm excited because on October 10th I will run my first marathon. On October 24th I'll be heading to Washington D.C. to run the Army 10 Miler, and on November 27th I'll be running the Seattle Marathon. As much as I am looking forward to those festivities, I am focused on the present: training. It's hard to do in a country like this, especially when you have dust storms, and the little issue of complete darkness outside and I would rather travel in South Central L.A. at night by myself than over here. Training is hard, and I'm trying to make it harder, but at the same time I have to let myself heal. Someone told me that I have to worry about the small chunks...it literally had NOTHING to do with running, but it's now my new motivation.
"Don't let your pride make you stumble"
I really made this so I had an outlet to get my everyday occurences out to people who care to read, but this really might just be something for me, so I guess I'll start from the beginning...
Grew up in a small town in Nebraska, was blessed to have both parents and a sister who care deeply about me, and still do to this day. Parents went their own ways as I was going into High School, I became a complete asshole, graduated, and then joined the Military. Through the military I've met some of the craziest bunch of fools I'll ever know while hanging onto the ones I care most about, as well as a select few back in Nebraska. The first year of the military I did all my training, broke my back in Airborne, moved to Seattle, WA and learned how to be "All that I can be". Second year, kind of a blur...that's when they started putting us into new uniforms. Third year...met a girl from MN who broke my heart, and then proceded to meet another little philly who stole my heart and still has as we speak...I'll have to save that story for another time...but I was married, one baby girl, and sent to Iraq for 15 months - awesome. Fourth year, I'm married with a child and changing my job- awesome x2. Fifth year, just got back from changing my job, got a little bit of time with the family, now I have to go back to Iraq - oh yeah, and now that little philly is pregnant with another little one :) So here I am now, in my current state wondering where the hell time went. I'm still young, 24, but really....holy shit! It's already been a ride, what else could happen?
In the last few months, I have fallen in love with running. It meant a lot to me back in High School when I ran Cross Country, but I never took as serious as I probably should've if I really wanted to be good. It's literally just plain and simple, I love running. I love the mind games, I love the pain, I love the sweat, everything about the sport I love. I'm excited because on October 10th I will run my first marathon. On October 24th I'll be heading to Washington D.C. to run the Army 10 Miler, and on November 27th I'll be running the Seattle Marathon. As much as I am looking forward to those festivities, I am focused on the present: training. It's hard to do in a country like this, especially when you have dust storms, and the little issue of complete darkness outside and I would rather travel in South Central L.A. at night by myself than over here. Training is hard, and I'm trying to make it harder, but at the same time I have to let myself heal. Someone told me that I have to worry about the small chunks...it literally had NOTHING to do with running, but it's now my new motivation.
"Don't let your pride make you stumble"
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