one thousandth of a second.

this morning i read that the new ustaf president was an olympic hopeful in her track days...she was a hurdler, and a very good one at that...she won the us olympic trials in 1984 and was heading to her dream, only to hear that the usa was boycotting those olympics...how crushing that would be to work so hard to accomplish your goals and then once you have accomplished them find out you cannot actually reap the benefits...but that didn't stop her, come back in another four years right...so another olympic trials and this time come through the finish line at the same time as three others..who is it going to be? then find out that you missed your dream by one thousandth of a second...can you imagine, top three go to the olympics and you placed four by one thousandth of a second...that amount of time isn't barely comprehensable...i mean we barely live our lives by minutes; most of time measuring in hours or even days...i think that must have been devestating but it seems to have made her a better person for it...after those set of circumstances how could you not beleive that the world had a greater purpose...and i guess now she is serving that purpose...good for her.

hammered out 10 miles last night at a steady pace along the hilly roadside of boundary road...i have grown to like that route because it gives me a great challenge of hills and flat sections...the road travels down the ridge of the landscape so on clear nights you get a great view of the mountains and the cities across the water...i got into a nice groove the last few miles while i was dreaming of winning the lottery...i always love when that happens on a run becuase you just lose miles and dont even realize that you are running...it is amazing how powerful the mind is sometimes...i have really regained my love and passion for running over the past couple of months and i couldn't be more excited...its my drug of choice and often the best part of my day...i can't wait to race again to see how well i am responding to the training, but that won't be for atleast a month i think...plus i can't get ahead of myself, taking it day by day, mile by mile.

on a final note, this morning as i was trotting through the vancouver streets i saw somebody with a stainless steel pot on their head...i thought that is pretty strange, they must be confused, until i realized it rains so much here...no water is pentrating that material.
note to self: buy large pot this weekend, ensure dimensions are suited for my rather large skull.

m.