141...countdown to a certain death.

How in the world did I think signing up for a 50K was a good idea?

Let's just skip the half marathon normal people start out with. Why even start with the basic beginner marathon for the over ambitious. Go straight for the Ultra-marathon,  In the mountains. While you live at sea level. Oh, you have 5 months.  

Granted, I ran 20 miles before. two years ago. 

Good job brain. How did we come to this conclusion?

Impulses. Must. Restrain....

Gives me something to aim for. Provides motivation to get up in run. Or else I'll die in June. I ran 6 miles on Saturday. 24 to go!

Something will die in June, but it won't be my spirit.

I better get a cool t-shirt for this. 

Growing pains

I didn't realize leaving my grandparents would be so hard. I didn't cry when I left my parents for college. Why is this any different? We got in a comfortable system over the summer. Not only was I a help in the small ways that I could, but I was a student. I learned so much about the human life that I can't even comprehend, let alone explain. Something about the human heart that escapes me. I wouldn't even call it my heart, but my gut aches and wrenches in an unfamiliar pain  (I can see why in  ancient history they thought the soul was in the stomach). There just isn't enough life for me. 80 years isn't enough to fullfill this aching. I need to hug my grandparents, all of them, my patents, my brothers. My closest friends. Never take a moment for granted. When such moments end, something inside breaks.