The Goal is not to be the best at any cost,but good enough so as not to be picked last.

I woke up this morning with that buzzing through my head. I was reveling in the comfort of my puffy pillowed bed. The weekend consisted of early mornings of running and today I have the luxury of sleeping in (6:00am), coffee, bad T.V. in bed and a wife that can work at home on occasion.

I was never any good at sports growing up. In H.S. I discovered that I had a knack for soccer. Mostly because I could run. I could run fast and I could run for a long time. I had somewhat of a Forrest Gump  quality when it came to sports. I also have what my wife likes to call a badger-like focus when it comes to racing.

I'm not bagging on the DFL, in fact I applaud the person that guts it out to the bitter end. One of the most attractive parts of ultras is the sense of community we share.  Taking care of each other  on the trail and standing at the finish line waiting for the last runner to finish.

I'm not saying I don't like to do well or would even like to "win" an event. The reality of being in the most stacked age group keeps me grounded. I take great joy in being able to toe the start line with the winners as well as the DFL!

ME me me me me me me

  So how does one trudge the path of selflessness? What is true selflessness? We are in an age of "look at me,"post it now. Phones have features that give you the option to take a pic and post it right away. I am not free from the selfie, far from it. I like me, my blog is a testament to my me-ness. This is my soapbox! I do my best to open my trap sparingly. I find too much ranting all of the time labels you as, sir bitch a lot. I am a complainer, I bitch a lot. Mostly just to blow off steam.