OK….here’s the deal.

I don’t run fast and I don’t run far.

I get up in the morning….run 1.8 miles to the end of the road….turn around and run the flats and walk the hills on my way back to the house.

Of course, that’s what I do RIGHT NOW.

JUST GIVE ME A MONTH OR TWO TO TRAIN AND……I’LL BE RUNNING UP SOME CRAZY STUFF JUST LIKE THIS GUY.

Nahhhhhh….probably not.

I don’t believe that’s something that’s going to happen.

How could I justify running all over the place when I have important stuff going on at home?

I don’t believe I could do it.

That’s the only reason I don’t run up crazy mountains.

They need me at home.

Here’s something that I do believe is really going to happen: the faster I run, the sooner I get home.

The sooner I get home, the better.

And….another “besides”…..I could never be like this guy BECAUSE I TALK ENGLISH!!!

I TALK ENGLISH.

I get up every morning and run in the dark.

The faster I run, the farther I go.

I want to go far.

How hard could that be?