Just finished watching 'Without Limits.' Solid film. Not really inspirational (in sum: Pre tries hard, fails, begins to try again, dies), but a great fucking story. Pre was 24 when he died. I'll be turning 25 this weekend. Sitting behind my screen as I'm watching is the trophy from the 2007 Lincoln Marathon. That's four years ago now. Four years, and I still talk about running marathons. I suppose if I'm to keep talking the talk, I should start running the walk. So here's the endgame: Boston, 2012. Who's with me?
Somebody may beat me, but they are going to have to bleed to do it - Steve Prefontaine