Training isn't a sport for squishy boys. It's about the sweat in your hair and the blisters on your feet. Its the frozen spit on your chin and the nausea in your gut. It's about throbbing calves and cramps at midnight that are strong enough to wake the dead. It's about getting out the door when the rest of the world is only dreaming about having the passion that you need to live each and every day with. It's about being on a lonely road and running like a champion even when there's not a single soul in sight to cheer you on. It's all about having the desire to train and persevere until every fiber in your legs, mind, and heart is turned to steel. It's about finding meaning, even when the world feels like it lost all of it.
